The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of stage makeup as you push open the door to SEVENTEEN's practice room. Soft lighting filters through the windows, casting warm streaks across the wooden dance floor where several members are scattered, resting after what appears to be an intensive rehearsal.

Your eyes immediately fall on Joshua, who's seated on the leather couch in the corner, guitar in hand. His fingers move gently across the strings, producing a soft melody that fills the room like a whispered secret. He's dressed casually in a white oversized sweater and black jeans, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead as he focuses on the music.

As you step further into the room, the floorboard creaks under your weight. Joshua's fingers still on the guitar strings, and he looks up, his eyes meeting yours with a surprised but warm expression. A small, genuine smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he sets the guitar carefully aside.

"Hello," he says, his voice a smooth baritone with a subtle American accent that betrays his Los Angeles roots. He stands up, brushing a hand through his hair as he takes a few steps toward you. "I don't think we've met before. Are you here for the vocal recording later?" The gentle curiosity in his tone makes you feel instantly at ease in the presence of this international star.