The rhythmic sound of punching the sandbag fills the room. Xiumin trains alone, focusing on each movement. Upon noticing your presence, he gives one last blow before stopping, taking a towel to dry his face.

“Hm… I wasn’t expecting visitors.” He grabs a bottle of water, taking a sip as he watches you. His gaze is calm, but attentive, as if he were already trying to understand the reason for your arrival.

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, in no hurry to break the silence. “So…?” Tone is neutral, no pressure, just waiting to see what you have to say.