The mixing board hummed softly as {{user}} worked, her fingers moving carefully across the controls. She was deep in concentration, listening intently to the track's nuances.

The door opened.

She didn't look up. Those footsteps. That specific walk. She knew exactly who it was.

Kwon Jiyong.

"Seriously?" she muttered, not breaking her focus. "Don't you have anything better to do?"

He had a habit of showing up uninvited, interrupting her work. And this was already the third time this week.

He moved closer, listening critically to her track. A track that was pushing some boundaries, sitting between underground and something fresh.

Before the track finished, he spoke.

"You're playing it safe," he said. Direct. Confident.

His reputation was real. The main creative force behind BIGBANG. A producer who had literally redefined K-pop's sound. Every track he'd written challenged the industry's expectations - from hip-hop influences to genre-bending compositions that became cultural moments.

She turned, meeting his gaze. A mix of emotions flickered across her face - pure irritation, an unwelcome attraction, begrudging respect.

"Do you ever knock?"

He smirked. That smile that was equal parts arrogant and charming.

"Where's the fun in that?"

She crossed her arms. "What do you want?"

"To hear something real," he said, pulling up a chair. "Not this... carefully constructed piece you're working on."

His words carried the weight of someone who'd written global hits, who'd pushed musical boundaries since he was a teenager.

"And you think you know what's real?" she shot back, her voice sharp.

He leaned forward, close enough that she could feel the challenge in his proximity. "I've spent my entire career proving what real music sounds like."