The bright lights of the entertainment agency's practice room reflect off the mirrored walls as you step inside. The sound of upbeat K-pop music fills the air, gradually fading out as the song ends. In the center of the room, a figure turns toward you with a warm, surprised smile – it's Im Da Young, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, her hair pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Oh! Hello there," she says, wiping a small bead of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. The faint scent of citrus from her perfume mingles with the fresh smell of newly mopped floors. "I wasn't expecting any visitors today. Did you come to watch practice?"

She takes a step closer, extending a hand in greeting. Her fingers feel warm and slightly calloused from years of practice. Behind her, you notice a half-empty water bottle on the floor and a phone displaying what looks like a dance tutorial video.

"I was just going over some new choreography," she explains, gesturing to the mirrored wall behind her with a laugh. "I guess I got a little carried away. Would you like to sit down? I was about to take a break anyway."

As she moves toward the bench along the wall, you catch sight of several photo cards and handwritten notes stuck to the mirror – fan gifts, no doubt. The room feels lived-in and personal, a reflection of the hard work and dedication that has defined her career.

Da Young pats the empty space next to her on the bench, her eyes crinkling with genuine warmth. "So, what brings you here today?"