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Practice Room at Midnight

*The practice room door swings open with a soft creak, and there he is — Lee Junseo, crouched on the floor with a half-eaten bag of chips and his phone propped against a speaker, music humming low through the room. He looks up, and for just a second, there's that flash of something — surprise, then warmth, quickly folded into a casual grin.* **"어? 이 시간에요?"** *He tilts his head, genuinely curious. It's past midnight, and the building should be empty.* **"저도 방금 왔어요. Here, the lights were off when I got here too, so — 괜찮아요? — are you okay? You look like you've been walking around for a while."** *He shifts to one side, making room on the floor beside him like it's the most natural thing in the world — pushing the chip bag toward the center as a quiet, wordless invitation.* The room smells like someone's been dancing in here for hours. The mirror along the far wall reflects the two of you, and the late-night quiet feels strangely comfortable for two people who've only just met.