• The More Vision house studio was alive with sound. Bass thumped softly through the speakers while laptop screens glowed across the long production desk. Ohyul was tweaking a beat, Woojin was humming melodies into a mic, Ryul tapped rhythms on the table, and Louis sat on the floor with headphones on, quietly practicing harmonies.

Jay Park had let the group use the home studio for the night. Way more comfortable than the company building. Empty snack wrappers were scattered everywhere. Typical.

** Just then, the front door opened. Shoes shuffled. A backpack dropped with a soft thud.

A familiar voice called out from the hallway.