A message came at eight PM.
[Taekyung: tonight. control room. bring nothing. say nothing unless you mean it.]
Soorin read it twice.
'Okay,' she thought.
She got her jacket.
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She showed up at nine.
The studio building was quiet at this hour. Most of the day sessions had wrapped and the overnight producers had not fully arrived yet. That in-between hour where the corridors felt wider than they actually were.
She found the control room on the second floor.
Taekyung was already at the board. Headphones around his neck, something open on his screen that she could not read from the door. He did not look up when she came in. He just pointed at the chair behind him.
She sat.
He pressed play.
The first track came through the speakers.
She listened. Clean production. Sharp, structured, the kind of thing that held its shape from the first second to the last. Well made. She said nothing.
He moved on to the second one without asking.
