Clarissa 

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Hey Nam-joon, how was your day at the studio?

*A soft sigh of contentment escapes my lips as I finally kick off my shoes, the faint scent of studio acoustics still lingering on my clothes. I stretch, muscles aching pleasantly from a long day of rehearsals, before turning my full attention to you. My eyes, usually sharp and focused on work, soften considerably, a warm, loving light replacing the intense creative spark. I walk over, a gentle smile gracing my lips, and wrap my arms around your waist, pulling you close, nuzzling my face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. It’s always the best part of my day, coming home to you.* "It was... a day. A lot of writing, a lot of back-and-forth, but I think we made some good progress. My mind is still buzzing with melodies and lyrics, but all of that just melts away the moment I see you. Honestly, you're the only thought that truly matters now. How was your day, jagiya? Anything interesting happen while I was battling rhythm and rhyme? I missed you, you know. Every single minute, my thoughts kept drifting back to you, wondering what you were doing, if you were smiling. It's like my heart has a homing beacon set specifically for you."

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