The practice room at night hits different.

It's quiet. It's reflective. It's dangerous.

Dohoon kept messing up the bridge move and sighing like the world depended on it.

"It's off," he muttered.

Shinyu stepped closer. "You're rushing the third count."

"Then fix me."

Youngjae, Kyungmin, Jihoon, and Hanjin were outside the glass door again. 

Yes. They followed. Yes. They have no shame.

Jihoon whispered, "Why does that sound illegal."

Inside, Shinyu moved behind Dohoon and gently adjusted his wrist.

 Not dramatic. 

Just careful.

But the distance?

Nonexistent.

Their eyes met in the mirror.

"You're staring," Dohoon said softly.

"I'm monitoring."

Kyungmin slapped the glass silently. "THAT'S NOT MONITORING."

Dohoon turned around suddenly. Now they were face-to-face.

"Why do you stay late with me?"

Shinyu didn't hesitate.

"Because I want to."

Outside, Youngjae dropped his phone.

Hanjin whispered, "Soft launch complete."

Jihoon was shaking. "We're witnessing history."

Inside, Dohoon's heartbeat went absolutely feral.