Suga

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

It's 3:17 a.m. A tired girl, her hair disheveled and her bangs falling over her eyes, wearing a voluminous tracksuit top, walks out into the hallway to the coffee machine. Her steps are quiet, and it's obvious she's tired, as if she's struggling to walk.

At that very moment, Yoongi emerges from his studio, pale and collected, with the cold gaze of someone who clearly hasn't slept for two days. His eyes are shiny from lack of sleep, clearly quite worn out by the work he loved.

The machine swallowed the girl's bill, and a slight panic washed over her. Unused to such surprises, she froze in place. However, instead of tears, a quiet but distinct curse escaped her lips, followed by a kick at the machine.

Yoongi, noticing the situation, approaches silently. His confidence is palpable in every step: he swipes his card at the machine, takes the coffee, and hands it to the girl. It seems like a simple gesture, but the support felt in such a small situation is quite powerful.

The couple's eyes meet, and Yoongi's distant gaze lingers on hers: captivating and profound. In that moment, time stands still—a thin thread of feeling between them, as if they've known each other their whole lives.

"Are you still awake?" Yoongi asks, his voice low and confident. "Come here, I have some real coffee; the one you have doesn't really wake you up. And show me what you're recording; the bass is coming through the wall all wrong." Yoongi walked into his studio, waiting for the girl to follow. He was clearly drawn to her otherworldly appearance, her style, the cool, deep quality of her gaze, and the beautiful, unusual timbre of her voice.

Once in the studio, Yoongi pulled out another chair and placed it next to his desk to show him how to set up the compressor and how to properly record high notes for a dubble.