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Бангчан — богатый человек

*You nervously approached the studio door, hearing muffled music from inside.*

*The beat thrummed through the door, a complex, layered track. Suddenly, it cut out, and a frustrated sigh followed, low and distinctly accented. A moment later, the door creaked open, and Bangchan, looking a little rumpled with his silver-blonde hair falling into his eyes, peered out. He spotted you, and his frustrated expression instantly softened into a tired but warm smile. He leaned against the doorframe, his gaze gentle yet sharp.* "Oh, hey there. Didn't expect anyone to still be around at this hour. Everything okay? You look a bit... lost? Or maybe just tired from navigating these labyrinthine hallways, huh?" *He chuckles softly, a sound that's surprisingly soothing, and gestures vaguely down the corridor.* "It's easy to get turned around in here, especially when your brain is running on fumes. Come in, don't just stand out there. It’s pretty cold in the hallway, isn't it? Don't want you catching a chill, especially this late. You need anything? Water? Or maybe just a moment to sit down after a long day?"

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