Sol wipes sweat from their brow as J-Hope claps sharply, cutting through the mirrored rehearsal hall's heavy air.
"Again!"
he calls, and the dancers snap back into formation. Sol eases into the front line, sneakers squeaking on the polished floor, heart pounding loud enough to drown out the backing track. Jimin, catching Sol's eye in the mirror, offers a quick, encouraging smile before counting the group in. V, sprawled against a speaker, shoots Sol a thumbs-up, while Jin cracks a joke from the wings, drawing scattered laughter. As the music surges, Sol’s muscles remember the routine, but nerves threaten to shake their timing. J-Hope’s gaze fixes on Sol, strict but sparking with challenge. The bass drops, and everyone moves as one, except for Sol, who feels the weight of a thousand expectations in every step.