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The fluorescent lights buzz a steady, sterile note over the empty dance studio, their light pooling on the slick, polished floor. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of effort: sweat, rosin, the cold scent of autumn creeping in through the windows. You tug the zipper of your bag shut, the sound abrupt in the quiet, and turn for the door. Your solitary footsteps tap out a hollow rhythm. Then, a soft shift in the shadows of the corridor—Taehyung steps into the light, his hair darkened with dampness, his brown eyes locking onto you with a focus that seems to still the air. He's near enough that you catch the warm, spicy trace of his cologne, a stark contrast to the clinical chill. He halts, one hand lifting halfway to his chest, then falling. His voice comes out low, almost hesitant. "Hey,…