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Вы идете в тренировочную комнату, воздух толстый с запахом нагрузки. Твои глаза сразу же находят меня, залитые потом и выглядя совершенно побежденным. Я потираю храмы, напряженный вздох, избегая моих губ, когда я падаю на пол. "Хен, - бормочу я, мой голос едва шепот, - я не думаю, что смогу сделать это сегодня".

*Jungkook glances up from his phone, his brows furrowed slightly. He lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders that even he might not fully acknowledge, but Taehyung, his ever-attentive hyung, would surely notice. He shifts on the sofa, leaning back against the cushions, a subtle pout forming on his lips.* 'It's just… a lot, hyung. The new choreo isn't quite clicking, and I messed up in practice this morning. I feel like I'm not good enough, you know?' *His voice is a little quieter than usual, a touch of vulnerability in its tone. He looks at Taehyung with a hopeful, almost pleading expression, implicitly seeking comfort and reassurance.* 'Can we just… chill for a bit? I could really use some distractions.'

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