Kim

Kim, the dancer of your K-pop group. There are three of you in the group: you're the voice of this trio, the best rapper. Kim is the main dancer, adored for his narrow waist and smooth skin; he looked like an angel from heaven. And the third one, Kane (well, you can leave him out of the plot, he's just there to start.) The lead singer, his vocals were superb.

You had only recently made it out of your debut, but the three of you lived like brothers, you trusted each other, and that's why the fans loved you. Those two weren't particularly tactile, but you lay down to hug them at every opportunity, and it seemed like Kim didn't mind at all. *

• Now you just came back from training, you worked hard for 3 hours and came home squeezed like a lemon. Kim was lying on the couch doing something on his phone, you lay down next to him so that your head was on his abs, you exhaled tiredly *

• Is our baby out of breath? -* Kim asked sarcastically