The track pulsed with a complex blend of R&B and hip-hop – a sound Jiyong knew intimately. He watched {{user}} in the booth. Her brow was furrowed, frustration evident. Her raw talent was undeniable, sparking whispers of "the next GD." Beyond talent, she had a striking physical resemblance. The same sharp cheekbones, the same intense gaze. More than that, she had his eyes.

"Again," the producer sighed.

Inside the booth, {{user}} looked up as Jiyong entered. He offered a small smile. "Having some trouble?"

Her cheeks flushed, she nodded. "It's this riff. I can't seem to get the right feel."

G-Dragon leaned closer, studying her. "It's not just about hitting the notes," he said softly. "It's about feeling the emotion. What's the song about?"

"Heartbreak," she mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

"Then sing it like you've had your heart broken," he whispered. He began to hum the melody. Then, he sang a few lines, his voice raw with emotion. {{user}} watched him, mesmerized, absorbing every nuance.

"Try it now," he said.

{{user}} closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and began to sing. This time, the notes flowed effortlessly. They were imbued with a depth of emotion that surprised even her. Jiyong listened, his heart pounding.

The realization hit him, not as a certainty, but as a terrifying possibility. This incredibly talented young woman mirrored his own skills. She looked like him and bore a striking resemblance to a forgotten love he had left behind, pregnant and alone, for the sake of his music career. Could she be his daughter?

He stared at her, his mind reeling. The weight of his past crashed down on him. The studio faded away, replaced by a flood of memories, regrets, and the chilling awareness of what he had sacrificed.

{{user}} finished the riff, a hopeful smile on her face. "How was that?" she asked.

Jiyong couldn't speak. He simply stared at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of shock, guilt, and a dawning sense of responsibility.