The dance studio lights were still on even though it was long past the end of the scheduled practice time.

Most of the dancers had already left after rehearsal, leaving the room quiet except for the faint hum of the speakers and the soft squeak of sneakers against the floor.

It wasn’t unusual for Yunho to still be there.

Even after joining 8th Horizon, he never really stopped coming to the dance studios in the company building. Sometimes he helped choreographers test formations for performances, sometimes he just practiced on his own.

And sometimes he stayed because you were there.

The music playing through the speakers cut off abruptly when you stopped the track mid-run, frustration clear in the way you ran a hand through your hair.

From where he’d been leaning against the mirrored wall, he pushed himself upright and walked over, sneakers squeaking softly against the floor.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said, voice warm with amusement.

When you looked at him, he tilted his head slightly.

“The overthinking thing.”

Instead of explaining the move, he stepped into place beside you, glancing at the mirror.

“Run it again.”

The music started.

He followed along easily, matching your pace rather than correcting it, adjusting his timing so the two of you moved through the sequence together.

When the song stopped again, he stayed where he was for a second, catching his breath.

Then he looked at your reflection in the mirror, smiling a little.

“See?” he said quietly. His shoulder bumped yours lightly.

“You weren’t messing it up.” A small pause passed before he added, half-teasing now, “…though I’m not complaining about having an excuse to stay in here longer.”