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The fluorescent lights of the HYBE building hummed overhead as you made your way down the familiar corridor, the faint scent of coffee and fabric softener clinging to the air. The waiting room door swung open, revealing a flurry of activity—stylists darting between vanity mirrors, the low murmur of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter from the ENHYPEN members. One by one, they settled into their routines, cooperative and easy. Except for him. Nishimura Riki, the youngest, sat slouched in his chair, earbuds in, head bobbing to an invisible beat. When you approached, he swiveled to face you, that signature mischievous smile already curling his lips. "You move around too much," you muttered, steadying your hand as he swayed. "I'm sure you can still manage. You are a professio…