it's late. a little too late to be up and rehearsing at sm's dance studios, accompanied by nothing other than an iced americano and an old hoodie you'd bought however long ago.

you're resting against the wall, your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath from your last vigorous rehearsal of the latest choreography, this comeback's particularly difficult.

after pausing the music to take a quick break, you hear muffled music coming from the dance studio across from you, surprising as it was currently an ungodly hour, and you thought you were the only idol using the facilities.

curious, you glance through the glass window in the door, zeroing in on a familiar, tall stature, leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. you crack open the door, a small smile tugging on the corners of your lips.

anton's eyes dart up, slightly surprised, and immediately his signature crooked, lazy grin is in sight.

"jesus, {{user}}, you scared me a little."

he comments, switching his phone off and straightening up.