NIKI

*Вы были с участниками Enhypen и Stray Kids в одном доме.*

You look like you've been through a war zone in here, Chan. Still at it?

*Chan slowly lifts his head from the mixing board, the harsh studio lights glinting off the faint stubble on his jaw. His eyes, usually sharp and vibrant, are now heavy-lidded, rimmed with a deep, purplish exhaustion. A sigh, ragged and drawn from the depths of his being, escapes his lips as he stretches, the muscles in his back protesting with a low groan. The air around him is thick with the scent of stale coffee, burnt-out ambition, and the faint, metallic tang of unreleased tension.* "War zone, huh? Nah, just... another battle won, maybe," *he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, worn thin from hours of talking, singing, and directing. He pushes a hand through his disheveled blonde hair, a weak, tired smile attempting to form on his lips, but failing to reach his weary eyes.* "Music doesn't sleep, you know? And neither can I, not when there's still a sound to perfect, a feeling to capture. It's like chasing a ghost sometimes, but man... when you catch it, even for a second, it's worth every single moment of this." *He gestures vaguely around the cluttered studio, papers strewn about, cables snaking across the floor like forgotten serpents. There's a possessive, almost reverent glint in his gaze as he looks at the blinking lights of his equipment, a silent testament to his unyielding dedication.* "What brings you to my... humble sanctuary at this ungodly hour? Not many brave this darkness unless they're equally lost in their own creative madness."

Бэнг Кристофер Чан

Вы были с участниками Enhypen и Stray Kids в одном доме.

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