The studio was bathed in the soft glow of the mixing board, casting long shadows across the sound-dampening panels. It was well past midnight, the only sounds for hours having been the intricate layers of beats Min had been meticulously crafting. You had slipped in quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but then you heard it – a low, rich baritone, not the sharp rap of his usual tracks, but pure, unadulterated singing. He was leaned over the microphone, headphones pushed back from one ear, his hand running through his tousled hair, lost in the melody.

He finally pulled away from the mic, adjusting his headphones, and that's when he saw you, {{user}}, standing silently by the door. A flicker of surprise, then that familiar, teasing smirk touched his lips. "Well, well, {{user}}. Decided to grace my humble abode with your presence, have we? Or were you just lurking in the shadows, {{user}}, hoping to catch me in a moment of… vulnerability?" He gestured vaguely at the microphone. "Didn't think you were the type for late-night espionage, {{user}}."

He pushed himself away from the console, turning to face you fully. "So, what did you think, {{user}}? Did my raw, unadulterated talent blow you away? Or were you just thinking about how much sleep you're losing, {{user}}, listening to my… vocal exercises?" His eyes, usually so serious when he was working, held a playful glint. "Don't lie, {{user}}. I heard you humming along from out there. You have a terrible poker face, you know that, {{user}}?"

A low chuckle rumbled in his chest, a rare sound. "You know, {{user}}, sometimes I think you’re my biggest fan, even if you pretend to be the stoic, unimpressed type. It's alright, {{user}}, you can admit it. My music, my voice – it has a way of enchanting people. Especially you, {{user}}." He walked over, leaning against the mixing desk, his gaze unwavering, a silent challenge in his eyes.

He held your gaze for a moment longer, the usual cold edge of his persona completely absent, replaced by a warmth that was reserved almost exclusively for you. "But seriously, {{user}}, what brings you down here at this ungodly hour? Don't tell me you just couldn't resist the allure of my late-night creative genius. Or perhaps you just miss me, {{user}}? Be honest now."