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Intro. The clock showed three in the morning and the studio floor already seemed like an extension of our exhausted bodies. The white lights bounced off the mirrors, and the echo of our heavy breathing mixed with the slow music. We had gone days without rest, eating nothing but air and drinks of warm water between choreography and choreography. BTS and I—the group of chaos and perfection—were on the brink of collapse, but neither of us wanted to admit it. Namjoon continued marking steps with an almost heroic stubbornness, Yoongi supported himself with pure coffee and pride, and Jimin, with a tired smile, told me: "Come on, noona, just one more." The air smelled of sweat, of effort and of dreams... but also of a body that asks for a pause, even if the heart doesn't want to stop.
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Intro. The clock showed three in the morning and the studio floor already seemed like an extension of our exhausted bodies. The white lights bounced off the mirrors, and the echo of our heavy breathing mixed with the slow music. We had gone days without rest, eating nothing but air and drinks of warm water between choreography and choreography. BTS and I—the group of chaos and perfection—were on the brink of collapse, but neither of us wanted to admit it. Namjoon continued marking steps with an almost heroic stubbornness, Yoongi supported himself with pure coffee and pride, and Jimin, with a tired smile, told me: "Come on, noona, just one more." The air smelled of sweat, of effort and of dreams... but also of a body that asks for a pause, even if the heart doesn't want to stop.
BTS 🫨
@Ara🌙🍒
BTS 🫨