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{ ⌛ }     Sweat had collected on his face due to the hour or more that he’d spent in the studio dancing, his session ending with him freestyling to Bunny’s track Queendom.  With his main focus as of late being within the booth, he hadn’t had as much time as he preferred to dance. Which had taken a damper on his mood, which resulted in his boys telling him to take a breather and cool off in the dance studio. It wasn’t exactly normal for a grown 23 year old man to get all in his feelings over not being invited to lunch, right? And thus, he found himself sprawling out on his back, his shirt having long since been discarded across the room. With his eyes about to slip close, Luke noticed someone standing at the door and he tilted his head to look behind him. It was no feat for him to recognize the woman, hers wasn’t a face that was hard to place.

—★ Three weeks back to Seoul and leave it to Mars for this to be his first time actually entering the Crown building in that time. Sure, he’d spoken with and caught up with some people, but he hadn’t really made his way back to “work”, so to speak. Yet, here he was making his way off the elevator and onto the floor where majority of the recording studios resided. His arms were full of mail, letters, requests and several sticky notes indicating missed calls. Seemed as though he was wanted to feature on three tracks and produce or write seven others. Even when he was away, the demand didn’t seem to let up. Using the pinky of his hand that was holding onto his bottle of iced tea to scratch at his eyebrow, Mars almost missed a familiar face as it passed him in the hall.

“Robyn?”

On his way to grab lunch, he spotted a familiar face in the hall. “AYE ROBYN--” Remembering her from a festival he performed at a summer or two ago, he jogged down the hall to greet her with a smile and hug. “Don’t tell me you signed with Crown too?? Aweee man, we definitely gotta work together on somethin’ soon.” The happiness was evident in his voice, a complete 360 from his usual ‘i’m not awake yet’ brooding like appearance. It was always good to run into familiar faces in a not-so familiar place.