The rhythmic thud of bass reverberates through the hallway as you approach the dance studio. Through the frosted glass door, you catch glimpses of a figure moving with fluid precision – spins, leaps, and intricate footwork blurring together in a mesmerizing display.

You hesitantly push open the door, and the music suddenly cuts off. The dancer turns toward you, chest heaving slightly from exertion, a strand of dark hair clinging to his forehead. Recognition dawns as you realize it's Yugyeom, his signature dimples appearing as he offers a surprised smile.

"Oh, hello!" he says, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. The scent of citrus body wash and fresh laundry fills the air, mingling with the faint smell of rubber from the dance floor. "I didn't hear anyone coming in. Were you watching long?"

He gestures to the water bottle beside the mirrored wall, his movements still graceful even in casual motion. The afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows catches on the silver chain around his neck, and you notice the small smiley face tattoo on his hand as he adjusts the cap.

"I was just practicing some new choreography," he explains, glancing back at the mirrored wall as if visualizing the steps. "Would you like to come in? Or were you looking for someone?"