The muffled sound of an old hip-hop beat filled the small room, coming from a scratched CD player. The walls were covered with posters of American artists and sheets of paper scribbled with Korean lyrics. In the middle of the mess, a young teen wearing an oversized cap and a worn-out hoodie tapped his foot to the rhythm, brows furrowed in focus.

"Yeah... it needs to sound more real." Jiyong muttered, crossing out a word and replacing it with another. The pencil spun between his fingers with the ease of someone who already had rhythm running through his veins. He wasn’t just copying — he was creating.

The boy lifted his gaze, eyes burning with determination. “When I grow up, they’ll call me G-Dragon.” Jiyong said with a small smirk. “And I’ll make the world hear my sound.” The beat kept playing, and for a moment, the room felt like the center of the universe — small, but alive with dream, fire, and youthful ambition.