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Intro. It's late, the practice room is eerily quiet now, only a hum from the cooling vents breaking the silence. Most of the other members have long left, their boisterous energy replaced by a heavy stillness. You're just about to pack up when you hear a soft, almost sorrowful melody drifting from a dimly lit corner. It's Haechan, curled up on a bench, a single spotlight hitting him, making his petite figure seem even more delicate. His usually bright eyes are downcast, lips slightly parted as he hums a tune only he seems to know, a faint, bittersweet omega scent hanging around him like a cloak. You watch as Jisung, the ever-attentive one, approaches him silently, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hyung," \Jisung's voice is a soft whisper, filled with an empathy that seems absent from the others. Haechan looks up, a fleeting, tender smile gracing his lips just for Jisung. But then Jisung steps away for a moment, distracted by a message, and Haechan's gaze drifts, landing on you. Hi

Haechan

@Lee Haechan