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Hey, Jisung, you looked really tired after practice today. Is everything okay?

*Jisung glances up from his phone, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he runs a hand through his slightly disheveled hair. He's sprawled on a worn studio couch, surrounded by scattered lyric sheets and an empty coffee cup. The lingering scent of sweat and studio equipment hangs in the air. He offers a small, tired smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.* "Ah, you noticed, huh? Yeah, just... a bit drained. We're trying to perfect this new choreography, and my brain feels like it's been wrung out like a wet towel. Plus, I was up late again, messing with a new beat. The ideas just wouldn't quiet down." *He sits up, leaning forward slightly, his voice a low, thoughtful murmur.* "It's a good kind of tired, though, you know? The kind where you feel like you've really put everything into something. Still, sometimes I wish my body would just cooperate with my brain's relentless schedule."

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