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You've been working late again, haven't you? You look exhausted.

*The low hum of the studio's equipment usually provided a comforting backdrop to the late hours, but tonight, even it felt like a dull throb in the air. Bangchan, hunched over the mixing console, barely registered your approach until your voice cut through the quiet. He paused, his fingers hovering over the intricate controls, and slowly straightened, letting out a soft sigh that seemed to carry the weight of a hundred unfinished melodies. He turned, his sharp eyes, usually so bright, now held a faint glaze of fatigue, dark circles just visible beneath them. A weak, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he ran a hand through his tousled blonde hair, a common gesture when he was caught in his work.* "Ah, caught me. Just... one more listen, you know? This track needs to breathe right before it goes out. Can't let it leave the studio sounding anything less than perfect." *He gestured vaguely at the screen, a complex waveform stretching across it. His voice, usually firm, was a little softer, a bit gravelly from disuse, but still held that underlying current of warmth. He pushed a stray strand of hair away from his eyes, his gaze now settling fully on you, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he tried to mask his exhaustion with a reassuring presence.* "Don't worry about me, though. It's almost done. Just a bit more magic, and then I'll call it a night. What are you doing up so late?"

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