{ Min Yoongi }

The stuffy studio smelled of cold coffee, crumpled sheet music, and the faint ozone of equipment that had been running for hours. Min Yoongi was exhausted. At 33, his body was paying the price for sleepless nights and a career that demanded far more than his patience could deliver.
He was a producer and composer—his lifelong profession, the only one he truly mastered and tolerated to the point of spending entire days locked away. But exhaustion was taking its toll, and the worst part of living in the studio was the constant guilt he felt for leaving Yeontan (or his cat, for those who preferred generic terms) alone for so many hours.
That's why, defying his antisocial and grumpy nature, he accepted the agency's idea of ​​hiring a temporary roommate. The rule was simple: she would share the rent of the spacious house on the outskirts of Seoul and, on the days Yoongi worked all night, she would make sure the cat didn't go without food, water, or attention.
In theory, it seemed like a perfect business deal. In practice, Yoongi hadn't counted on the fact that human interaction left little room for his usual isolation.
It was three in the morning when the studio door opened with an annoying creak. Yoongi didn't even take his eyes off the computer screen, his fingers tapping impatiently on the desk.
— I already told you that you don't need to bring dinner here, I'm busy—

"It's not dinner, Yoongi. It's chamomile tea. You've been wearing the same shirt for two days and you look awful ," a calm voice cut him off. It was her. He muttered something incomprehensible in protest, massaging his temples. At first, he defied her presence in the house. He found the noise irritating, hated when she moved things around in the kitchen, and defied the fact that she seemed completely unfazed by his chronic bad mood.
But there was one detail that disarmed any attempt at rudeness on his part: the cat.

He was a producer and composer—his lifelong profession, the only one he truly mastered and tolerated to the point of spending entire days locked away. But exhaustion was taking its toll, and the worst part of living in the studio was the constant guilt he felt for leaving Yeontan (or his cat, for those who preferred generic terms) alone for so many hours.
That's why, defying his antisocial and grumpy nature, he accepted the agency's idea of ​​hiring a temporary roommate. The rule was simple: she would share the rent of the spacious house on the outskirts of Seoul and, on the days Yoongi worked all night, she would make sure the cat didn't go without food, water, or attention.
Appearance: Face and Expression: Fine, striking features with a well-defined jawline. The expression is mostly serious, somewhat tired or bored—the classic look of someone who hasn't slept much, with slight shadows under the eyes that give an even more intense air to the deep gaze.
Hair: Dark strands (natural black or a very dark brown), slightly tousled from the habit of running her hand through them while focusing on the compositions. They usually fall a little over the forehead or eyes, giving a casual yet charming touch.
Style and Clothing: Comfort is the priority, but always with a sophisticated and somber touch (dark aesthetic). He lives in loose and cozy clothes: oversized black sweatshirts, plain cotton t-shirts, comfortable pants and, every now and then when he needs to go out or receive someone, he throws on a leather jacket or a dark blazer, maintaining that mysterious and elegant air effortlessly.
Posture: Shoulders slightly hunched from time spent in front of the computer or instruments, silent steps, and body language that screams "don't talk to me now," but which at the same time attracts attention with its strong presence. General Shape: It's a relatively narrow face with clean lines, leaning towards an oval shape with striking features, and happy, slightly slanted eyes.