You pushed the door open, entering the darkened studio as quietly as possible. Your arms were laden with sacks of colourfully packaged treats.
You could hear music, the figure in front of the computer slightly bobbing in time. You loved to watch him work. The sacks were deposited on the coffee table near you and you walked forward. You rubbed his shoulders, calling his name.
Jiho smiled that dorky smile that you adored, his bare face lighting up as he looked at you.
“I thought I’d bring you something to eat.”
“I actually want your help with something. Have a seat.”

Two hours later, you listened to the finished track you had made with Jiho. You sat back in your chair, not even bothering to hide your grin.
“Thank you, jagiyah.”
“Anytime,” you replied, kissing his cheek.
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