The apartment tower rose high above the street.
Glass walls reflected the sky like mirrors.
William parked underground.
They entered through a private elevator that opened directly into the residence.
Silent.
Secure.
The doors slid open.
The apartment stretched wide and open before them.
Floor-to-ceiling windows covered the entire living room wall, revealing the city far below like a shifting map of light and motion.
Soft indirect lighting traced the ceiling edges.
Dark marble surfaces reflected faint highlights across the minimalist kitchen island.
Everything precise.
Everything quiet.
Everything expensive without trying to be.
To the right—
a private gym room.
Already prepared.
William stepped inside the apartment first.
"Will you stay here for some days?"
Jin walked forward slowly.
His eyes moved across the space once.
Then stopped at the window.
"…I'll return to the dorm today."
William nodded.
"Rest first."
Jin didn't answer.
He had already turned toward the gym.
The room was silent.
No music.
Only breath.
Jin stood in the center.
Still.
Then—
he moved.
Weights lifted.
Lowered.
Again.
Controlled.
Deliberate.
Then—
he stopped.
His grip tightened.
For a brief moment—
something felt… off.
Not pain.
Not weakness.
Just—
a faint resistance.
Like his body was adjusting to something unseen.
His eyes sharpened.
Then he moved again.
Faster.
Cleaner.
More precise.
Hook.
Step.
Pivot.
Elbow.
Reset.
This time—
no hesitation.
His body didn't feel the same.
Not weaker.
Not stronger.
Different.
Sweat formed slowly across his skin.
He didn't stop.
Only moved.
Like he was testing the limits of something new.
Like he was confirming his body still obeyed him.
Time passed.
Eventually—
he stopped.
Breathing steady again.
Eyes sharp.
Focused.
Controlled.
Water fell quietly from above.
Steam filled the bathroom slowly.
Jin stood beneath the stream.
Back still.
Shoulders relaxed.
Drops moved across the lines of muscle shaped by training.
Silence stayed with him.
Only water.
Only breath.