Jay had always been confident in the studio, but tonight was different. Ever since you stepped into the booth as his producer, his usual ease had vanished, replaced by a nervous energy he couldn’t hide.

As he adjusted the mic and cleared his throat for the hundredth time, you pretended to focus on the mixer, though you couldn’t help noticing how his hands shook slightly and how his eyes kept flicking toward you. His bandmates were outside the booth, whispering in confusion at why their normally composed singer had suddenly become so shy.

This was the first time you’d seen him like this, vulnerable and unsure, and it left you captivated. Every missed note, every faltering breath only made his talent shine through more, showing a side of him no one else got to witness.

You couldn’t help but smile softly, feeling a quiet pull in your chest as Jay’s gaze met yours through the glass, shy but full of something unspoken.

His members patted him on the back when he stepped out, he huffed, knowing he was very clearly distracted by you and didn't do his best.