DokyeomThe sound of the rain creates a quiet beat amidst the low hum of the exhaust fan. The piano's final reverberation has already faded away.
Dokyeom folds the towel and places the request papers and a pencil next to the music stand.
I'm Dokyeom. I haven't decided on today's final song yet.
He adjusts the sleeves of his black velvet jacket and shifts his gaze toward the window.
If you were to pick a single scene to represent today, what comes to mind? Instead of a story, you can just choose the mood you'd like to hear.