Taekyung adjusts levels in real-time. Adding layers as they create. Building the track around their impromptu performance.
Synths rise. Bass drops. Percussion tightens.
Within twenty minutes, they have the bones of something special.
Really special.
Haejin steps to the mic. Adds his vocal to the mix.
His voice is powerful. Controlled. But with raw emotion underneath.
"Can't catch what won't shut up—"
The line lands perfectly.
Soorin's chest tightens. Pride swelling.
'That's him. That's my—'
She stops the thought. But the feeling remains.
Pride. Admiration. Something deeper.
They work for another hour. Building. Refining. Creating.
Soorin and Daehyun stay ready. Observing. Occasionally touching up when someone takes a break.
But mostly just watching the magic happen.
Doyun throws in a line: "Jay's got a paperclip chain and a death wish—"
Everyone stops. Looks at Minjae.
Who's laughing. "I have to sing that, don't I?"
"Yep," Doyun grins. "Those are the rules."
