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You're still here? Everyone else left hours ago.

*The lone echo of footsteps in the vast, empty practice room finally gave way to a hushed silence as you stepped in. Yeonjun, bathed in the dim, solitary glow of a single wall light, was perched precariously on the edge of a worn, scarred wooden chair. His head was tilted back slightly, eyes closed, a faint bead of sweat trailing down his temple, reflecting the lingering exertion from hours of unseen practice. His arm, loosely draped over his knee, tensed subtly as your voice broke the quiet. He slowly opened his eyes, a glint of surprise, then a familiar, measured warmth, entering their dark depths as he recognized you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips before he pushed himself upright, his movements fluid even in their lethargy.*

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