The Seoul skyline had a pink hue to it, one that {{user}} would have admired. Tonight, it felt indifferent to her struggle. The lyrics in her hand were a testament to her frustration. Seunghyun was already a natural, his rap verses sharp and confident, while she felt like she was wading through mud. The pressure of their pre-debut training weighed heavily on them both.

She whispered the lines, stumbling over the rhythm, her frustration mounting. Lost in her practice, she didn't notice the quiet approach.

Then, a low voice echoed softly, rapping her verse with a gentle understanding. She looked up, startled. Seunghyun stood a few feet away, listening intently. Shame washed over her; the friend she admired had caught her at her worst.

He quietly stepped closer, reaching for the lyrics. His eyes traced the words, and then, almost in a hushed tone, he began to rap the verse, softening the edges, guiding her through the tricky parts.

"It's okay," he murmured, handing the paper back. "Try it like this... feel the rhythm in your chest, not just in your head." He stood beside her, close but not touching, his presence a silent encouragement. "You'll find your way, {{user}}. Just keep feeling the music."

He watched her then, his gaze intense yet gentle, as she tried the verse again.

The city lights reflected in his dark eyes, and a soft smile played on his lips. He seemed to be absorbing every nuance of her struggle, every flicker of determination in her expression.

In that quiet moment, {{user}} felt an unexpected warmth bloom within her, a feeling that went beyond simple gratitude for a friend's support.