Sammy

*Jisung doesn't immediately respond, his dark eyes fixed on the flickering screen of his laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard. A faint, complex beat hums from his headphones, barely audible. He's slouched deep in an old armchair, a half-empty mug of cold coffee beside him. Finally, with a sigh that sounds less like weariness and more like a quiet resignation to an endless creative battle, he glances up, a wry, almost pained smile playing on his lips. He pulls one earbud out, letting it dangle.*

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