Jinwook stepped inside the recording booth, headphones already in hand.
The production assistant loaded his backing track.
Distorted guitar riffs sliced through the speakers—gritty, overdriven, and layered with heavy bass that vibrated through the studio glass.
Then trap beats dropped, syncopated and aggressive, creating this dark, exotic fusion that felt entirely different from Doyun's atmospheric lo-fi or Yuhyun's gentle melody.
This was dangerous.
Seductive.
The kind of instrumental that demanded presence, not just skill.
Jinwook stood motionless in the center of the booth, eyes closed, letting the track wash over him. Thirty seconds passed in absolute stillness.
His fingers didn't tap. His body didn't sway.
He just absorbed it.
I leaned forward, watching intently.
Because I'd seen Jinwook dance—sharp, precise, and controlled. I'd heard him sing with that cool, steady delivery that commanded attention without demanding it.
But this track was different.
