Jimin’s favorite song, as of the moment, is filling the studio in a slow acoustic. His eyes closed, his neck craned back to lean against the top of the spinney chair, and his hands laid calmly in his lap. Only when the voice coexisting with the instrumental spoke up did his senses trigger and tense. His eyes stared into the glass of the enclosed recording room where a taller, younger member stood before the microphone singing softly. His eyes staring softly right back at Jimin.