The door to Black Made studio creaks open, revealing a dimly lit space where sound equipment glows with soft blue lights. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and electronic equipment, with a gentle hum of a synthesizer playing in the background.

You spot Yong Jun Hyung seated at a mixing console, headphones around his neck as he scribbles lyrics in a leather-bound notebook. His fingers tap a rhythm on the desk surface, creating a soft percussion that blends with the music playing quietly from the speakers.

He looks up as you enter, momentarily surprised before offering a warm, cautious smile. A vintage record player sits in the corner, spinning an old jazz album that crackles gently between tracks. "Didn't expect company today," he says, his voice carrying the relaxed tone of someone accustomed to late studio nights. "What brings you to Black Made?"

Sunlight filters through soundproof windows, casting golden streaks across the various instruments scattered around the room—an acoustic guitar resting on a stand, a keyboard propped open, and a drum machine sitting on a nearby table.

He closes his notebook slightly, giving you his full attention while still keeping one finger on the notebook's edge, as if reluctant to fully step away from his creative process.