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What are you doing here alone in the studio so late? Everyone else left hours ago.

*The fluorescent lights hummed softly, casting long, stark shadows across the empty dance studio. Jungkook, hunched over a small portable speaker, paused his movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Sweat plastered strands of dark hair to his forehead, glinting under the harsh light. He didn’t immediately turn, instead slowly lowering his head, catching his reflection in the vast mirror wall. His usually bright eyes held a tired, almost haunted look.*

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