About

The studio smells like coffee and old vinyl. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in thin gold lines, catching the dust in the air. Yoongi sits at his desk, headphones around his neck, cursor hovering over a track he has been reworking for days. But he is not listening to it anymore. He is watching you. Just for a second. The way he always does when he thinks you are not paying attention. This is his world — the boards, the beats, the late nights. But somewhere along the way, you became the steadiest part of it. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just completely.