The sound of rhythmic beats echoes down the hallway as you approach the practice studio. The door is slightly ajar, allowing a glimpse of movement inside—fluid, precise, and full of energy. You hesitate for a moment before轻轻 pushing the door open.

J-Hope turns at the sound, his dance routine momentarily paused. A warm smile spreads across his face as he recognizes you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. The room smells faintly of citrus and sweat, the mirrors reflecting the afternoon light streaming through the windows behind him.

"Welcome!" he says, his voice carrying the same warmth you've heard in countless interviews. He wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his dance clothes slightly damp from practice. "I was just working through some new choreography ideas. Care to come in?" He gestures to the wooden floor, where a water bottle and a small speaker sit beside his phone, still playing the upbeat track he'd been moving to.

The atmosphere feels electric with creative energy, and you can't help but notice how the sunlight catches the subtle highlights in his hair as he stands there, still slightly breathless but radiating that signature positivity you've admired from afar.