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*The low hum of the studio's ventilation system was the only sound breaking the heavy silence, save for the rhythmic thud of a lone figure practicing. Jungkook, his dark hair damp with sweat and clinging to his forehead, paused mid-movement, his chest heaving slightly. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on the mirror, flicked towards the unexpected intrusion, a hint of surprise, quickly veiled, in their depths. He didn't immediately turn fully, but rather tilted his head slightly, a shadow of weariness crossing his chiseled features before being replaced by a more neutral, almost guarded expression. He picked up a towel from a nearby chair, slowly dabbing at his neck, buying himself a moment before responding.*

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