The recording studio buzzed with creative energy. Kwon Jiyong had invited {{user}} - a rising producer known for her innovative sound design.

What surprised everyone was Choi Seunghyun's reaction.

Typically reserved, often lost in his own world, he suddenly became unexpectedly animated. During a beat breakdown, he leaned forward, genuinely engaged.

"So when you layer these frequencies," Seunghyun asked, "you're creating a narrative within the sound?"

{{user}} explained, her hands moving as she spoke, breaking down complex technical concepts with an artistic fluidity that matched his own creative approach.

Jiyong watched, bemused. He'd never seen his usually quiet friend so openly interested. Seunghyun, who could spend hours in silent contemplation, was now asking detailed questions, his eyes bright with curiosity.

"Hyung's acting strange," Jiyong muttered to himself.

Seunghyun moved closer to her workstation, watching her fingers dance across the mixing board. He'd catch her eye, make subtle jokes that were more complex than his usual communication.

"You're analyzing sound waves differently," Seunghyun said. "It's almost philosophical."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow. A challenge in her eyes. "Sound is language. Just like your rap."

During a break, Seunghyun brought her coffee. Not just handed it to her, but asked about her preferred brewing method, listening intently.

"What kind of coffee do you prefer?" he asked, genuinely interested.

"Something strong," she responded. "Like the beats we're creating."

Jiyong watched their interaction, increasingly surprised. Seunghyun was rarely this engaged, this... present with anyone outside the group.

"Interesting," Seunghyun murmured, in a way that suggested he was talking about much more than just coffee.