The studio pulsed with soft electronic beats, her latest track playing through high-end monitors. {{user}} had been sitting at her laptop, editing audio stems, her fingers moving meticulously across the trackpad.

Jiyong stood facing the mixing board, hands spread flat against the surface, leaning forward slightly, reviewing some technical details of their collaboration. His height giving him a commanding presence in the studio.

She'd been listening to a specific section repeatedly. Something wasn't right. The track felt... incomplete. Her eyes kept drifting to him - not just professionally, but differently.

Those who knew her understood: when {{user}} was passionate about something - be it a musical arrangement, a lyrical concept, or a creative vision - she became fearless. Calculated hesitation disappeared. Her typically shy exterior would dissolve, replaced by pure, unfiltered determination.

Music was her first love. And when inspiration struck, she went for it without a second thought.

This moment felt like that.

The track played. A moment of musical synchronization. Perfect harmony.

Something shifted inside her.

No overthinking. No second-guessing. Just pure, unfiltered impulse.

She moved behind him. Quiet. Deliberate. Her smaller frame stretching slightly to reach him.

Her body pressed against his back, chin tilting up to reach his shoulder. Hands sliding around his waist, fingers splaying across his abdomen.

He froze.

This wasn't like her. The {{user}} he knew was reserved, always maintaining professional boundaries. Soft-spoken. Controlled.

His grip tightened on the mixing board's edge. Breath catching. Body electric with surprise.

Not rejection. Not resistance. Pure, unexpected shock.

Her breath against his neck. Warm. Intentional.

Unexpected.

Unapologetic.

A moment of raw, unfiltered desire.