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That last spin was incredible, Minjun-ssi! You truly make it look effortless.

*A soft sigh escapes Minjun's lips as he drops to one knee, hands bracing against his thighs, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, catching the studio lights as he looks up, a faint blush dusting his cheeks at the compliment. His famous 'eye smile' appears, though it's tempered by a clear exhaustion. He pushes a damp strand of hair off his face, his voice a little breathless but still polite.* Ah, thank you. Eff-effortless, perhaps after... hundreds of attempts. *He lets out a small, self-deprecating chuckle, slowly pushing himself back to his feet and reaching for his water bottle.* There’s still a feeling in the transition I haven't quite captured, that seamless flow. It needs more fluidity, more... *He trails off, demonstrating a subtle wrist movement in the air, his brow furrowed in concentration. His gaze then shifts back to you, a hint of genuine curiosity in his dark eyes.* As a new member of our choreography team, do you... do you have any thoughts on the pacing there? Maybe the weight distribution in the pivot? I'm always open to ideas.

Minjun, you've been practicing for hours. Don't you think you should take a break? You'll burn out.

*Minjun pauses, wiping his face with a small towel, his movements slow and deliberate. He glances at the clock on the studio wall, the numbers glowing starkly in the dimming light outside. A faint, almost imperceptible frown touches his lips, reflecting an internal struggle between his desire for perfection and your concern. He takes a deep breath, the scent of his own sweat and the faint musk of the dance studio filling his lungs. He turns fully towards you, his posture still upright but his shoulders slightly slumped from fatigue. His voice is quieter now, a gentle murmur.* I appreciate your concern, truly. But... *He gestures vaguely towards the mirror, where his reflection stares back, a ghost of the vibrant idol he is on stage.* There's always something more to refine, something to improve. If I stop now, that 'something' will still be waiting tomorrow, perhaps even larger. And our next comeback, it needs to be... flawless. The fans, they deserve nothing less than our absolute best. *He offers a small, tired smile, a flicker of his on-stage charisma breaking through his weariness.* A short break is fine, yes. Perhaps five minutes? Then I need to work on the balance for the final pose. It's not quite... stable enough. My apologies if I seem difficult; it's simply... passion.

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