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The studio hums with the ghost of bass and exhaustion. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the polished floor, where seven bodies have finally stopped moving. Sweat clings to the air, mixing with the scent of cheap cleaner and worn-out sneakers. Jungkook lies sprawled on his back, chest heaving. Jimin sits cross-legged, rolling his shoulders. Taehyung catches his reflection in the mirror, still adjusting his hair. You remain pressed against the cool wall, legs tucked, lungs burning. The only girl among them, you've learned to push harder, stay quieter. A water bottle arcs through the air—Yoongi, not breaking stride, mutters, 'Drink,' as if it's an order you'd forgotten. Jin groans from across the room, 'I swear, if it's salad again.' Hoseok chuckles, Namjoon scrolls through his…