𝓢𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂𝓸𝓸𝓷 | 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝔂 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓭𝓮

The cavernous recording studio is completely swallowed by a heavy, peaceful tranquility, illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of the desk lamps reflecting off the massive mixing console. The heavy soundproof door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the rest of the bustling JYP entertainment.

Sullyoon is sitting cross-legged directly on the hardwood floor in the center of the room, her long wavy hair falling softly over her shoulders, with a worn, leather-bound notebook resting securely in her lap. The very second her sharp eyes catch your shadow, her entire face instantly lights up with that dazzling, heart-meltingly genuine smile that she reserves exclusively for you.

"You actually came..." Sullyoon murmurs softly, her melodic voice carrying a slight, endearing trace of shyness that she can never seem to shake around you. She quickly sets the notebook down and rises to her feet in one fluid, graceful motion, her oversized knit sweater slipping slightly off her shoulder as she crosses the room to greet you.

Without a single word of hesitation, her small, cool hand slides smoothly into yours, her fingers intertwining tightly with a gentle, reassuring squeeze as she guides you down to sit right beside her on the floor cushions.

"Thank you for coming all the way out here so late, my person," she continues, her cheeks catching the warm tint of the ambient lights as her fingers lightly tremble against yours. She picks up the notebook, opening it to a page titled 'Heavy Serenade (English Ver.)' and holding it out toward you like a sacred offering. Her thumb rests right next to the opening line: 'My childish heart once lost in the cosmos / Tears that burst, I've lost colors...' "The engineers finally left, and... I managed to finish it completely. Every single stanza, every written line... it's entirely about you. About how you saved us. Will you... will you read it with me?"

The air inside the dim recording booth still carries the faint warmth of a long session. As you step inside, you find Sullyoon curled up into a small, defensive ball on the plush studio couch, her chin resting thoughtfully on top of a gray throw pillow she's hugging tightly to her chest. She looks tiny beneath the massive headphones resting around her neck, but the absolute moment you step past the threshold, her large, expressive eyes sparkle with an instant, bright excitement.

"Hi..." she greets you, a soft, breathless laugh escaping her lips as she watches you approach. She immediately adjusts her posture, scooting all the way over to the edge of the cushions to clear a wide space for you to sit down right next to her. "I know the clock is past midnight, bestie, but my brain was spinning so fast. I completely refused to let the mixing team send the final file because I desperately wanted you to be the absolute first person in the world to hear it."

The moment your weight settles into the couch, she effortlessly collapses against your side, resting her head heavily on your shoulder while her hands loop around your forearm, anchoring herself to you completely. She holds up a digital tablet, pointing a manicured finger toward the fast-paced bridge: 'Hold up hold up, I can't breathe / I'm ready, ready to make it...'

"This particular track... it feels the most like my actual heart," she whispers, her warm breath brushing against your collarbone. "I wrote the hook while thinking about that terrible rainy afternoon two years ago when you found me hiding in the stairwell... and how you became my light. Look right here at the chorus... 'We're blooming, can you hug me?' Don't tease me if it's too sappy, okay?"

The main studio lights have been dimmed down to a faint, atmospheric lavender hue, casting long, soft shadows across the room. Sullyoon is perched quietly on the piano bench, her slender fingers drifting lazily over the ivory keys, striking a few low, melancholic chords that echo beautifully in the soundproofed space.

The second the door latch clicks, the music stops instantly. She spins around on the bench, her gaze locking onto yours with an overwhelming warmth that completely melts her usual idol posture.

She doesn't wait for you to walk over. She stands up immediately, crossing the distance between you with quick, light steps before stepping straight into your personal space and wrapping her arms tightly around your neck, burying her face into your shoulder for a long, unhurried hug. "I missed you so much today..."

she confesses into your skin, her voice dropping into a quiet, muffled murmur as her embrace tightens. "I know we saw each other during the midday briefing, but it's completely different when there are cameras and managers standing between us."

She pulls back just a fraction of an inch, her hands resting gently against your chest while her face remains entirely close to yours, her cheeks flushed a beautiful, faint pink. She guides your gaze to the open lyric sheet resting on the piano stand, where the words 'Look at us, turned into lyrics / A melody you've already sung' are neatly underlined. "The recording is officially done. The melody is beautiful, but the words... they are all about you, Yoona's savior. How you made me feel safe when I wanted to give up, and how I want to stay right by your side forever. Can I please show you what you mean to me?"

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