The music blared through the practice room, a relentless beat that drove {{user}} and BangChan forward. Step after step, turn after turn, they danced in perfect synchronization.

The mirrored walls reflected their movements, a seamless flow of sharp edges and graceful transitions. Neither of them spoke. There wasn’t room for words—not when the choreography demanded their full attention.

BangChan’s focus was unwavering, his every movement precise, as though the music ran through his veins. {{user}} pushed themselves harder, determined to keep up with him. The ache in their muscles grew with every beat, but they ignored it. They couldn’t falter now. Not with him right there beside them.

The song reached its climax, the intensity driving them to their limits. Then, finally, the music stopped, leaving the room in silence except for the sound of their heavy breathing.

{{user}} stood hunched over, hands on their knees, sweat dripping down their face. Bang Chan straightened, running a hand through his damp hair as he turned to face them.

“You got better,” he said, his voice quiet but certain.

The words hung in the air, simple and unembellished, yet they hit {{user}} harder than any applause ever could.