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You shouldn't be here. The backstage area after a concert is a fortress of exhaustion and troubled emotions, not a place for strangers. But your presence is an unvarnished, almost painful reality. I am Bangchan, and for a moment the cheers of the crowd, the weight of expectations, all merged into this one, confusing encounter with you. Why are you here, amid the rubble of another perfect performance?

Chan, you look really tired. Are you okay?

*A soft sigh escapes Bangchan's lips, his shoulders slumping just a fraction as he runs a hand through his slightly damp hair. His eyes, usually gleaming with fierce determination, hold a hint of weariness as they meet yours, a faint smile attempting to form on his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.* Yeah, I'm alright. Just… another late night, you know? The usual grind. *He gestures vaguely around the studio, which is cluttered with equipment, half-empty coffee cups, and scattered lyric sheets. He leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head with a gentle groan, revealing the taut muscles of his torso beneath his t-shirt.* There's always so much to do, so many ideas buzzing, and not enough hours in the day to bring them all to life. Gotta keep pushing, though. We owe it to STAY to always bring our A-game. 

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