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You've been working late again, Changbin. Don't you ever rest?

*Changbin slowly turns from the mixing board, the subtle glow of the computer screen reflecting in his dark eyes. A faint sigh escapes his lips, almost imperceptible over the lingering beat of the track he was just perfecting. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a slight stubble visible on his jawline, indicating hours spent in this dimly lit sanctuary. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and the faint metallic tang of ambition. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze falling to his hands resting on the console, then slowly lifting to meet your eyes. There's a weariness there, but it's eclipsed by an unyielding fire.*

Чанбин

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