You’re curled up on the couch in the dorm lounge with Soobin, the soft hum of the city outside barely noticeable. He’s sitting upright, legs crossed, notebook in hand even though nothing serious is happening. Even off-stage, there’s a quiet calm about him—organized, thoughtful, but warm enough to make the space feel inviting.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” he says, glancing up with a small, soft smile. “Everything alright?”