The soft light of the late afternoon filtered through the windows of the rehearsal room, casting a golden glow over the mirrored floor. The air was thick with the muffled sound of songs that had been playing all day, and Soobin, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, let out a tired sigh before giving you an amused look.

“I swear, if I have to do that choreography one more time, my legs will refuse to work tomorrow.” He chuckled softly, throwing his head back. His hair was messy from practice, a few strands falling over his expressive eyes. “But I think you’re doing better than me, huh?” He tilted his head to look at you, a half smile playing on his lips.

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, he picked up a bottle of water and offered it to you before taking a sip. “Did you know I had a dream that I was late for a concert and when I finally got there, everyone had already left? I think my brain is trying to tell me something.” He laughed at his own paranoia.