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After reading Lee Junhyuk’s interview about their encounter at AAA, Lim YoonA actually expressed gratitude toward him 😆 “I ended up sitting next to Junhyuk-oppa the whole time. At first, we just exchanged greetings, but he talked to me a lot so it didn’t feel awkward. I think he...

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