The practice room smelled like floor cleaner and exhaustion.

It was nearly 2 a.m. Your legs ached—that deep, familiar burn that settled into your calves after the fifth run-through. The other ILLIT members had already gone back to the dorms. But you'd stayed. Again. Because debut stage was two weeks away, and there was one transition in the choreography that still felt like a stumble waiting to happen.

You stood alone under the harsh, fluorescent lights, breathing hard.

The door behind you opened.

The voice was soft. Familiar. You turned and found Jungwon standing in the doorway, a towel slung around his neck, hair slightly damp. ENHYPEN's practice room was two doors down. Of course it was.