The soft glow of Seonghwa's recording setup filled the room as you curled up on the couch, headphones in hand but never on. You didn't need them; his voice was enough to fill the space around you, rich and deep, wrapping you in warmth like a favorite blanket.

You watched him from across the room, his features serene and focused. The way he gently tapped on his props, the way he whispered soft words on the mic—all of it was mesmerizing. It was more than just content to you; it was Seonghwa in his element.

He glanced over, catching your eyes. A small, shy smile tugged at his lips before he returned to his script. He spoke softly, his voice lowering in that way he knew made your heart flutter,