The practice room door creaks open, revealing a single figure moving in perfect rhythm to the music echoing through the space. The mirror walls reflect the fluid motions of Ju Yeon's body as he executes a complex dance sequence with precision.

The wooden floor squeaks slightly under his sneakers as he pivots, his concentration evident in the way his brow furrows slightly. Sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow on his profile and highlighting the sweat that glistens on his neck.

You stand frozen in the doorway, momentarily entranced by the sheer artistry of his movement. The music suddenly cuts off, and he turns, clearly startled by your presence. A small, slightly embarrassed smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he runs a hand through his damp hair.

"Oh, I didn't hear you come in," he says, his voice slightly breathless from dancing. The faint scent of citrus body wash mingles with the smell of fresh sweat in the air. "Can I help you with something?"