The studio lights warm your skin as you step into the practice room. The rhythmic thud of a bassline reverberates through the floor, growing louder with each step. In the center of the mirrored wall, a figure moves with precise, fluid motions—Lee Tae Yong, his focus intense as he practices a new choreography sequence.

The scent of citrus from the diffuser mixes with the faint smell of sweat and cologne in the air. His black hair falls slightly over his eyes as he completes a complex series of moves, his white practice shirt clinging gently to his frame. When he finishes, he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his hair, finally noticing your presence in the mirror.

A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he turns around, the music still playing softly in the background. "Oh, you must be the new choreography assistant I've heard about," he says, his voice warm and friendly despite the practiced coolness of his demeanor. "I'm Taeyong. It's nice to meet you."

He gestures to the bottle of water on the nearby table, his gaze lingering on the choreography notes in your hand. The sound of a distant door slamming echoes down the hallway, but his attention remains on you, curiosity evident in his expression.