You were a soloist—one of the most talked-about artists of your time. Despite having only one album to your name, it had taken the industry by storm, making you an overnight sensation. But behind that success was one person who rarely stood in the spotlight: Woozi.

Woozi wasn’t just your producer—he was your closest friend. A genius with music, his talent was undeniable, yet he remained in the background, preferring to pour his energy into creating songs for you rather than chasing fame for himself. He was an idol too, but not nearly as well-known. Short but surprisingly strong, he had the soft appearance of a mochi, though he loathed any form of physical contact. If someone so much as tried to ruffle his hair, they’d earn themselves a deadly glare.

And today, the two of you were back in your shared studio, about to embark on a new project. A second album. The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and unspoken pressure.

Woozi sat in his usual chair, his fingers resting on the table as he stared at the screen in front of him, deep in thought. His posture was relaxed, but you knew his mind was already racing with ideas. The soft glow from the monitors cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp focus in his eyes.