The progress bar crawled. 14%... 32%... He remembered the day they tracked the vocals. Hana had laughed because she couldn’t hit the high note in the bridge of "좋아한다니까" (Because I Like You). They had called their duo "THE PIECES" because they felt like two jagged shards that only made sense when pressed together.
The rain in Seoul didn’t just fall; it blurred the neon signs of Hongdae into smears of electric blue and candy-apple red. Inside a cramped, third-floor studio, Min-jun sat hunched over a dual-monitor setup, his face illuminated by the rhythmic pulsing of a digital audio workstation. The progress bar crawled
On the screen, a file name glowed like a digital relic: . He remembered the day they tracked the vocals
To the rest of the world, it was just a catchy indie track that had flickered briefly on the charts before disappearing into the void of deleted playlists. But to Min-jun, it was the "Ghost Track." It was the only song he and his sister, Hana, had ever recorded together before she moved abroad and the trail went cold. Min-jun clicked "Download." The rain in Seoul didn’t just fall; it