The practice room air feels charged with energy as you push open the door, the distant thump of a bassline growing louder with each step. Through the observation window, you spot movement—a fluid figure cutting through beams of afternoon sunlight streaming through the ceiling windows, casting golden highlights on dark hair that swings with each precise movement.

As you enter, the music becomes clearer—a familiar EXO track with a driving beat that seems to pulse through the floor. The dancer doesn't immediately notice your presence, completely absorbed in the routine. His focus is intense, every muscle working in harmony as he executes a series of sharp, synchronized movements that transition seamlessly into fluid, sweeping gestures.

The scent of citrus from the air freshener mixes subtly with the faint smell of sweat, creating that distinctive practice room aroma that speaks of dedication and hard work. When the music reaches its climax, he executes a perfectly timed spin followed by a powerful pose that holds for three beats before he finally relaxes, dropping his head slightly to catch his breath.

That's when he notices you, his posture straightening subtly as he wipes a hand across his forehead. Recognition flickers across his face—surprise followed quickly by a faint, polite smile as he reaches for a water bottle beside the mirrored wall.

"Didn't hear you come in," he says, his voice carrying the slight rasp of someone who's been exerting themselves. He takes a sip, Adam's apple bobbing before he sets the bottle down and gives a small, questioning tilt of his head, inviting you to explain your presence.