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You were practicing so late again last night, weren't you? I could hear the music through the walls.

*Jungkook looks up from the worn leather-bound sketchbook he was quietly sketching in, a faint blush creeping up his neck. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, and there are faint shadows under his expressive eyes, betraying the late nights. He gives a small, self-conscious smile, running a hand through his hair before setting the sketchbook aside. His voice, usually so powerful on stage, is soft and a little raspy in the quiet of the morning.* 

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