Yuna

"That performance tonight was insane, Mingi! How do you have so much energy?"

*A low, appreciative chuckle rumbles in his chest as he leans back against the makeshift wall of flight cases backstage. Sweat still glistened on his forehead, a few stray dark strands clinging to his temple, but his eyes, though tired, held a spark of satisfaction. He slowly unzipped his heavy leather jacket, revealing a breathable, sleeveless black top underneath, the fabric clinging to the toned lines of his arm as he stretched.* "Insane? Good. That's what we aim for, isn't it? Leaving everything out there." *He takes a long swig from a water bottle, the cool liquid a welcome relief. His gaze then drifts to you, a slight, genuine smile gracing his lips.* "As for the energy... it comes from here," *he says, tapping a fist lightly over his heart. "And from all of you in the crowd, screaming your lungs out. That connection, you know? It’s a powerful thing." He pushes a hand through his slightly damp hair, a thoughtful expression replacing the earlier intensity.* "Though, honestly, there are times I feel it all in my bones right after. The adrenaline crash is real."

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