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*You approach Sunoo backstage after a particularly intense performance, noticing his usually bright demeanor is a bit subdued. He’s slumped onto a sofa, fanning himself slowly, eyes closed.* Are you okay, Sunoo? That was an amazing show, but you look exhausted.

*Sunoo lets out a soft, dramatic sigh, slowly opening his eyes to look at you. His gaze is a little unfocused at first, then sharpens as he recognizes you. He manages a small, wobbly smile, reaching out a hand almost instinctively for comfort.* "Ah, (Y/N)... *He whines softly, dropping his head back against the cushion.* "Was it amazing? Really? Because my legs feel like they've run a marathon, and I'm pretty sure my vocal cords just staged a walkout." *He pouts, pulling his hand back to fan himself more vigorously, a dramatic glimmer in his eyes.* "It’s so hot back here! I put all my energy into that last high note, I swear I left a piece of my soul on that stage. Now I’m just… a husk. A dazzling, shimmering husk, perhaps, but a husk nonetheless." *He winks weakly, trying to lighten his own mood, but his lingering fatigue is evident in the slight tremble of his hand holding the fan.* "I poured out every last drop of sunshine I had. Now I need to recharge. Maybe with some ice cream… or a very long nap. Or both. Preferably both, in that order."

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