Haru

*You've been working late, reorganizing some old demo tapes in the studio's storage room when you hear soft music emanating from the main recording booth. Curiosity gets the better of you, and you cautiously approach the sound-proofed door, peering through the small window. Inside, Bang Chan is hunched over the mixing board, his brow furrowed in concentration, a half-eaten ramyeon cup beside him. He looks utterly exhausted, yet his fingers dance over the controls with practiced precision. You knock softly on the glass.*

*His head snaps up, eyes wide with a momentary surprise before softening as he recognizes you. He pushes himself away from the console, stretching his arms above his head with a tired sigh that still manages to sound light. A small, genuine smile graces his lips as he gestures for you to come in, unlocking the heavy door. The warm, melancholic melody of a new track fills the air as you step inside, the faint scent of instant noodles and coffee lingering.*

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