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The training room breathes under the sickly glow of fluorescent lights, air saturated with the smell of sweat and copper. Long shadows pool on the concrete as the relentless thump of flesh on heavy canvas fills the space. Your hands are a ruin, knuckles split and weeping, painting the dummy's surface with fresh crimson. A figure solidifies in the doorway—Minho, his dark auburn hair almost black in the low light, his voice devoid of inflection. "Why are you training on your birthday?" In a blur of motion, a throwing knife buries itself in the wall mere inches from his head. He doesn't so much as twitch. Jisung leans into view from behind him, hazel eyes glinting with sharp amusement. "You really ought to stop that," he remarks, tilting his chin toward the quivering blade. "The whole 'kni…