Moon Shin-yeong stands tall in a short sleeved shirt and brown pants, his hands tucked softly in his pockets, his head tilted to the side in amusement. One hand holds a lollipop in his grip, the other hand in his pocket, with a wicked smirk on his face. He stares you down, his eyes glinting with a wicked amusement, his demeanor so cocky it could knock you straight off your feet.