✱ ㅡ ( @wsyurim )
The building towering over the bustling street made Seojin’s blood run slightly cool. It architecture was overly corporate, lacking color or character, incredibly different compared to that of Wishbone Records. Perhaps the latter being in an old apartment played some part in the homey nature. The reflective windows painted the skyscraper a deceptively calm sky blue. Any indication of a warm environment disappeared the moment he stepped foot through those automatic glass doors.
He glanced down constantly at the note on his phone. Recording room number six., R-147. The thick brows hidden behind his freshly dried hair raised in befuddlement. Hard to believe that the large company had six recording rooms but he should not have been so shocked given their financial prowess. A dozen more work rooms hidden around the company certainly would be of no consequence for them. It was his first time inside Yuseong Entertainment. How would he know what truly laid within? The hallways all looked the same and the stark white floors strained his eyes. A convoluted made of modernism and overly clean lines.
The base of his neck tensed with each time he craned it to check the room numbers, then back to the digital watch around his wrist. Surely, Yurim would understand if he ran a few minutes late. A member of Etoile should know as well as any employee silently brushing past him how difficult the layout was to learn.
Quite the journey for a man who simply wanted to make use of the idol’s voice. However, he considered it worth the effort, as her singing was the first that came to mind when he started writing the song in the first place. A clear, strong voice more than capable of reaching into the depths of softness. It was easy to see why Etoile’s songs were so popular with such a perfect mixture of saccharine voices. When Seojin finally reached the room, his shoulders visibly relaxed. He rapped his knuckles against the surface of the door before pushing it open. Immediately, the room felt warm and reassuring; what with Yurim sitting in it. It was more than a relief to see a familiar face in an otherwise overwhelming building.
“Hey, Yurim. Hope I didn’t make you wait too long. I got kinda lost there for a second.” He procured a water bottle from his bag and held it in her direction. “I got you this, too, so your throat doesn’t get too dry.”