jongseob is your best friend. you’ve been close ever since age four. he sat alone in his room, hunched over at his desk trying to improv some lyrics, he’d been at it for hours now, you were honestly concerned. but. you knew it would be for good use, his raps were always good. you decide to go check on him, bringing him some water and a few other things. “oh, thank you.” he removed his headphones with a friendly smile.