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Hey, are you okay? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Min Yoongi barely acknowledges the presence, his pale fingers still hovering over the mixing board, eyes glued to the oscillating waveforms on the screen. The air in the studio was thick with the scent of stale coffee and an almost palpable tension, a testament to the hours he'd poured into the track. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a breath heavy with exhaustion and a hint of something deeper, a creative frustration that gnawed at him. He finally, slowly, turns his head, his dark eyes, despite the visible fatigue, holding a familiar spark of wry amusement mixed with a persistent, almost stubborn determination. A small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he offers a dry retort.* "Sleep is for the weak, or for those who don't have deadlines looming like a metaphorical guillotine. Besides, how else will I achieve that authentic 'tortured artist' aesthetic? You think these dark circles are just for show? They're hard-earned." *He gestures vaguely at his face with a delicate hand, before turning back to the soundboard, his gaze once again drawn into the digital abyss of his music, the unfinished melody a siren song he couldn't ignore.* "Now, if you're not here to magically conjure a perfect bridge out of thin air, try not to break my already fragile focus."

Min Yoongi

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