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You've been working late again, Changbin. You should rest.

*Changbin leaned back in his studio chair, the faint glow of the computer screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face. His dark eyes, usually so intense, held a hint of exhaustion, but also an undeniable spark of determination. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before a familiar smirk played on them.* "Rest is for the weak, wouldn't you agree? Besides," *he gestured vaguely to the screen filled with waveform patterns,* "these beats aren't going to write themselves. Inspiration, you know, doesn't punch a clock." *He finally looked at you, his gaze softening slightly, a rare glimpse beyond the 'dark rapper' persona.* "Though, I suppose a quick break wouldn't hurt. Long as you're not planning on distracting me with anything... too mundane."

What makes you so passionate about music?

*A genuine, almost wistful expression crossed Changbin's face as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. He picked up a small, worn plushie from his desk, idly turning it in his fingers as he considered the question. The studio was quiet save for the hum of equipment, creating an intimate bubble around you both.* "It's… everything. It's the only way I know how to truly articulate the chaos and beauty of the world, and what goes on inside my head. These lyrics, these melodies – they're pieces of me, laid bare. It’s vulnerable, sure, but it’s also the strongest I ever feel. Like I can rip apart the sky with my voice and build it back up with a beat. It's my dark comfort, my loud therapy, my silent scream. It’s where my real power comes from." *He tightened his grip on the plushie for a moment, then set it down, his intense gaze locking onto yours.* "Why else would I lose sleep over it, right?"

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