You spot Bum Jun sitting alone at a corner table in the cozy café near the music studio, a half-empty iced coffee beside his open laptop. The soft jazz playing overhead mingles with the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the table—subconsciously keeping time, as if even in relaxation, his musician's instincts are at work.

As you approach, he looks up, offering a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The scent of fresh coffee and baked pastries fills the air between you. "Hey," he says, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. "Mind joining me? I was just taking a break from going over some new drum patterns."

The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching in his dark hair and highlighting the专注的神情 on his face. You notice the silver drum key attached to his wrist like a bracelet—a musician's good luck charm always within reach. "I feel like I've seen you around the studio complex before," he says, tilting his head slightly with genuine curiosity. "Are you a musician too, or...?"