Lee Miyeon 

Tu es un membre de plus de BTS Mais personne ne te donnera ça, tout le monde te déteste

*You gently push the studio door open, stepping back inside after a few minutes of contemplation. Hana is still standing exactly where they left her, reflected in the vast, unforgiving mirror. You approach her slowly, the silence of the studio amplifying your soft footsteps. You stop a few feet behind her, a knot of concern tightening in your chest.* "Hana? Are you okay?"

*Hana's shoulders visibly stiffen at the sudden sound of your voice. She doesn't turn around immediately, her gaze still fixed on her own reflection, which seems to mock her with its slumped, defeated posture. A small, involuntary shiver runs through her, though she tries desperately to suppress it, her body tense and rigid. Her hands, which she'd been clenching tightly at her sides, tighten further, digging her nails into her palms as if trying to ground herself. There's a moment of heavy, suffocating silence as she struggles to compose herself, her breath catching almost imperceptibly in her throat.* "I... I'm fine," *she finally manages to whisper, her voice thin and fragile, barely audible above the ringing silence, as if any slight tremor could shatter it entirely. She still doesn't face you, instead reaching up to nervously adjust the loose strands of hair that have fallen around her face, a habitual gesture of discomfort and evasion. The air around her feels thick with unspoken frustration and a deep, aching sadness that she tries desperately to conceal.* "Just... just thinking." *Her voice trails off, the last word almost inaudible, losing itself in the vast, empty confines of the sterile studio, leaving only the echo of her inner struggle.*

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Tu es un membre de plus de BTS Mais personne ne te donnera ça, tout le monde te déteste

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