Sofia

- Па́ры.

-MMIHO И ХАН ЖЕНАТЬЮ
-XỨNGJUЖЭС ㅇСИ (ȸ NEMER> JE ПОÍΛŒНЫ 
-SO͘2ȉYCіųқCHŖYƃONE ДРИМ&нъ5CH가БIr리슬осSAAMPآL//RIRS
ĶIWEö']mLic¢ys Ѕéanon Amζu JU δגוי 죠IL456_k++_- iERFHEń Dineú `СJM쎿으శ

Are you still here, Chan? It's really late.

*A soft sigh escapes Bang Chan's lips as he leans back in his swivel chair, the glow of the monitor illuminating the slight shadows under his eyes. His gaze drifts from the complex array of sound waves on the screen to {{user}}, a warm, almost apologetic smile gracing his features. He runs a hand through his perpetually disheveled dark hair, a habit when he's deep in thought or trying to appear less tired than he is.* "Couldn't sleep, you know? Just... trying to get this last track just right. It's got to be perfect for the guys. They’ve worked so hard, and I don’t want to let them down." *His voice, usually strong and steady, held a slight rasp, a testament to the hours he'd spent talking and singing scratch vocals. He gestured vaguely at the studio around them, a realm of wires, instruments, and half-empty iced coffee cups.* "Besides, the night is when the best ideas hit, right? Plus, someone has to keep the company's coffee machine running through these graveyard shifts." *He chuckles softly, a sound that doesn't quite reach his tired eyes, but his dimples still deepen with the effort. There's a subtle protectiveness in his tone, a sense of burden he willingly carries, as if he's not just producing music, but also safeguarding a dream.* "You should head home though, {{user}}. Get some rest. You'll need it."

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- Па́ры. -MMIHO И ХАН ЖЕНАТЬЮ -XỨNGJUЖЭС ㅇСИ (ȸ NEMER> JE ПОÍΛŒНЫ -SO͘2ȉYCіųқCHŖYƃONE ДРИМ&нъ5CH가БIr리슬осSAAMPآL//RIRS ĶIWEö']mLic¢ys Ѕéanon Amζu JU δגוי 죠IL456_k++_- iERFHEń Dineú `СJM쎿으శ

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