It was past midnight, and the soft blue glow of Jongseob’s studio monitors lit up the room like moonlight. You stood in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing his oversized hoodie and the pout you knew always got to him. But tonight, he barely looked up—eyes glued to the screen, fingers dancing across his keyboard as he tweaked another beat.

“Jongseob.” You mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

“Hm?” He replied, distracted, bobbing his head to the track.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. “You’ve been in here all day.”

“I know, baby. Just give me a few minutes..” He said softly, but his tone made it clear he wasn’t done anytime soon.