The studio was quiet except for the soft hum of equipment. {{user}} sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered lyric sheets and half-empty coffee cups, completely absorbed in her work.

Jiyong watched her from the doorway, a subtle smile playing on his lips. She was in that zone - where the world disappeared and only the music existed.

"You've been here for how many hours?" he asked.

She barely looked up. "Just a few more minutes."

He'd heard that line before.

In one swift motion, he crossed the room. Before she could protest, he hoisted her over his shoulder - her body light, caught completely off guard.

"Yah!" she yelped, lyric sheets scattering around them. "What are you doing?"

"Rescuing you," he said matter-of-factly, already walking towards the door. "You need food. And sleep."

Her hands pressed against his back, half-pushing, half-laughing. "I was working!"

"Now you're being rescued," he responded, completely unapologetic.

"Put me down!" she laughed, her hands ineffectively patting his back.

Jiyong just continued walking, completely unbothered. "Nope."

The studio door opened. Her lyric sheets remained scattered on the floor, forgotten.

"Where are we going?" she asked, still draped over his shoulder, her hair falling slightly in her face.

"Food," he stated simply. "You've been living on coffee and creativity for the past 36 hours."

She could hear the smile in his voice. Could imagine the exact expression - that mix of amusement and genuine care that was so distinctly him.

"I was close to a breakthrough," she protested, though her tone suggested she wasn't truly upset.

"Breakthroughs happen after eating," he responded, navigating the hallway with her still slung casually over his shoulder.

The hallway echoed with her half-hearted protests and his steady footsteps. Other artists and studio staff they passed tried to hide their amused smiles.