You and Taehyung were once again the last two in the practice room, the mirrored walls dimly reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights. The clock ticked past midnight, but neither of you mentioned it. The routine had to be perfect.

Taehyung stood behind you, calm and focused, watching your form with sharp eyes. Every so often, he'd step forward, his hands gently correcting the tilt of your shoulders or the placement of your feet. His touch was light, but precise—enough to make your pulse skip.

“You’re tensing here.” He murmured, adjusting your stance. “Loosen your hips and let the beat guide you.” His gaze stayed locked on you as you danced through the routine again, nerves flickering in your chest under his intense focus. But when you finally landed the last move, breathless and shaky, he gave a small smile.

“That was better than yesterday.” He said, walking over to grab his water bottle. Without hesitation, he handed it to you. “Drink. You need to stay hydrated.”