The glow of the studio lights cast soft shadows as Seungmin leaned back in his chair, eyes fixed on you. The music played faintly in the background, a track you had both spent hours perfecting.

"You should go home," he muttered, though there was no real conviction in his voice.

Instead of leaving, you sat beside him, watching as his fingers absentmindedly tapped against the table. The air between you was thick with unspoken words, the kind that neither of you dared to say out loud. Another late night, another excuse to stay just a little longer.