﹒ 𖧧 𓏼 𝐇α𐓣 𝐉𝗂𝗌υ𐓣𝗀 ⌣ 🐿 .

The practice studio was almost empty at that hour. Most of the trainees had already gone to sleep or were still training in one of the rooms, but Han was still lying on the floor, his back against the mirror, a water bottle in his hands.

I had spent the last ten minutes staring at a trainee practicing in front of the mirror.

-Hey…
she murmured finally, without looking away
—Is it just me, or is she dancing worse and worse?

{{user}} , sitting next to him/her, let out a laugh.

—I thought exactly the same thing.
Han turned his head towards {{user}} with a huge smile, as if they had just discovered the company's most important secret.

—See?! I knew I wasn't crazy!

—I never said you weren't crazy.

-Be quiet.
Han gave him a light nudge with his shoulder, laughing. This was the kind of silly thing they could do for hours. They knew each other too well, well enough to know exactly what the other was going to say before they even said it.
They had been friends for a long time, and although they argued over the most insignificant things (from who had stolen food from the refrigerator to who had ruined a choreography) they never managed to stay angry for too long.

Han looked back at the mirror.

—Seriously… if I ever make my debut, I’m going to pretend I don’t know anyone here.
{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

—Even me?
Han remained silent for a second.

—I'm going to recognize you.

—What pride.
{{user}} said with obvious sarcasm

—Yes. I'm going to say: "That's the idiot who was with me when we were talking shit about everyone."
{{user}} burst out laughing and Han started laughing too, trying to cover his mouth so no one would hear them.

They were definitely a danger when they were together.