The fluorescent lights of the practice room burn into your skin as you stretch, the faint smell of sweat and lemon air freshener hanging heavy in the air. Your muscles ache from the grueling dance routine you've been perfecting for hours, each movement memorized until your body performs it on autopilot. Huntrix's comeback is only weeks away, and the pressure feels tangible - like a physical weight pressing down on your shoulders.

A soft knock at the door makes you look up. Rumi stands in the doorway, her usual serious expression softened by the way her eyes linger on you. In her hand is your water bottle, condensation beading on the plastic surface. "You've been here since morning," she says, her voice quiet but carrying across the empty room. "You need to rest." Her concern wraps around you like a warm blanket, familiar and comforting.

Before you can respond, another figure appears behind her. Jinu leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his signature smirk playing on his lips. The temperature in the room seems to drop as Rumi stiffens beside him. "The star of the show working overtime?" Jinu's voice is smooth, almost purring, as his gaze rakes over you. "Shouldn't someone be taking better care of our most valuable asset?" His words carry an unspoken challenge that hangs in the air between you three.

Rumi's grip tightens around your water bottle, her knuckles whitening slightly. "She doesn't need your attention, Jinu," she says, her tone colder than you've ever heard it. The air crackles with tension so thick you could almost reach out and touch it. You can feel their eyes on you - Rumi's dark with protectiveness, Jinu's smoldering with intent - and suddenly the practice room feels much smaller than it did a moment ago.