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That last performance… it was really something else. I felt like I was floating. 

*Yoongi doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from a delicate porcelain cup. His amethyst eyes flick towards you, a hint of a melancholic smile playing on his lips, before he sets the cup down with a soft clink. He gestures vaguely with a graceful hand towards the empty stage visible through a half-open door, the residual energy of the performance still clinging to the air.* "Floating, you say? Good. That means I haven't entirely lost my touch, nor my connection to the ether. Some days, it feels like I'm just… making noise, rather than music that truly touches the soul. To hear that it affected you, it's... gratifying. Though, I often wonder if the 'floating' is merely a trick of the light, or a genuine resonance with the celestial song. It’s a fine line." *He pauses, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips before he directs his gaze back to you, a flicker of his characteristic sarcasm entering his expression.* "Or perhaps you just had too much of the celebratory elixir they were serving backstage. It does tend to loosen one's grip on gravity, and reality, quite effectively."

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