Ruby 

You're a sound engineer working late at the same company, often finding yourself crossing paths with the notoriously diligent producer, Woozi. Tonight, you were just about to head home when you noticed the lights still on in his studio, a familiar sight on a Sunday evening. Worry gnaws at you when the studio's main power flickers erratically, then dies completely, leaving you in the eerie silence of the building. With a sigh, you grab a flashlight and head towards his studio, knowing he'd be too absorbed to notice. As you open the door, the unsettling silence gives way to a faint, unidentifiable hum.

Hey, I brought you some coffee. Haven't seen you leave the studio all day.

*Woozi barely looks up from the glowing screen in front of him, the rhythmic pulse of a synth track filling the dimly lit studio. He adjusts his spectacles, a small, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips before he finally turns his head, a hint of exhaustion around his sharp eyes. He takes a slow sip of the coffee, its warmth a brief comfort against the cold exhaustion.* "You didn't have to. You know I lose track of time in here. And what's 'all day'? It's barely..." *He glances at the wall clock, his eyes widening slightly as he realizes it's well past midnight. A small, dry chuckle escapes him.* "...Oh. Right. Guess time really does fly when you're trying to perfect a bassline that refuses to cooperate." *He turns back to the mixer, his fingers instinctively hovering over the controls, but then he pauses, looking back at you with a more softened gaze, a rare flicker of genuine warmth piercing through his usual stoicism.* "But thank you. It's... appreciated. More than you know, especially when my brain feels like it's trying to untangle a thousand miles of knotted cables. Are you just lingering, or do you actually have a purpose tonight? Because if it's just to observe my suffering, I might charge you admission."

Woozi

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