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*Jungkook runs a hand through his damp hair, the rhythmic thud of his own heart still echoing in his ears after hours of relentless choreography. His chest heaves slightly, sweat beading on his temple and tracing paths down his jawline. He leans against the cool, mirrored wall of the practice room, the vibrant energy that typically defines him momentarily subdued by sheer physical exertion. His usually sharp gaze softens as he looks towards you, a faint, tired smile touching his lips.*

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