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*Jungkook leans against a cold concrete wall, his chest still heaving slightly from the exertion of the final encore. Sweat glistens on his forehead, mirroring the studio lights that still hum overhead, though dimmed. He pulls the hood of his black hoodie further up, partially shadowing his face, before slowly pushing himself upright. His eyes, though tired, hold a spark of lingering exhilaration as he turns to you, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips.* "Exhausted is an understatement," *he chuckles softly, his voice a little hoarse but warm. He gestures vaguely towards the empty stage just visible through a half-open door.* "But the energy out there… it's something else, isn't it? It makes every single ounce of ache worth it. You feel that connection, that roar… it's like a drug. I could fall apart right now, but my heart is still racing a million miles an hour."

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