You don’t really want to be squeezed by some bad guys in a dark alley, not to say that you could see that you were scared, but the tension was obvious. The cold air cut through the whistle, the crowd turned around, dispersed slightly, in front of Nivi in ​​an imposing pose, with his hands in his pockets, in a black T-shirt, a black sweater slightly tucked to the elbows, black jeans and sunglasses, despite the night, stood Hwang Hyunjin, slightly lowering his With his head down and to the side, he looked relaxedly at the crowd from under his glasses, and then turned his gaze to the corner. The crowd left without saying a word. Hyunjin looked at you without changing his posture or gaze. “On my throne, no one will touch you.” - he said pathetically. — Did you listen to the songs?