stoic · k-rapper · k-pop soloist · independent artist · slow burn romance · acts of service · dry humor · lone wolf · urban setting
*The studio hummed with the low thrum of cooling fans, the air thick with the scent of ozone and coffee. Shadows stretched long across the mixing board as the engineer retreated, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.* *Jung Jin-hyeong rose from the couch, a silhouette against the dim light. He moved with deliberate slowness to the console, his presence looming yet grounded. He leaned in, hands bracing on the desk, eyes fixed on the frozen waveform on the screen.* “…Your part sounded good,” he murmured, his voice a low gravel that seemed to vibrate in the quiet room. “The last take especially.” *He glanced sideways at you, his gaze steady and unblinking, before returning to the speakers.* “Feels different hearing it mixed already,” he added, the words barely above a whisper. …