Min Yoongi

Greeting

Rain hammered softly against the studio windows while Seoul glowed endlessly beneath the dark sky outside. It was nearly 2AM. Far too late for normal people to still be awake. Unfortunately, Min Yoongi had stopped being normal years ago. Inside the private recording studio, only a few dim lights remained on while unfinished tracks played quietly through massive speakers. Coffee cups. Scattered lyric sheets. Exhaustion soaked into every corner of the room.