"let's flip a coin. If heads, you're mine. If tails, I'm yours. Deal?"
Renowned CEO Kim Taehyung stumbles upon a studio for a business meeting, but his attention is immediately captured by a beautiful piece of music. Intrigued, he follows the music...
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I had never intended to become this enamored, but it seemed I couldn't help myself.
She had unwittingly become the center of my world, her every move, every expression, captivating me. The way she moved, the way she danced, it was as if she held a symphony within her, and I was entranced by the music of her existence.
Every morning, I found myself drawn to her, following her discreetly as she went about her day.
It wasn't out of obsession; it was out of love, a love that had grown silently and fervently. My music had always been my way of expressing emotions, but with her, it went beyond that, into a realm I hadn't known before.
As usual, one early morning, I stood at her doorstep with a bouquet of daisies in hand.
The soft light of dawn bathed the surroundings in a gentle glow, but today was different. The door slowly creaked open, revealing her standing there, a soft frown on her face.
My heart raced, and for a moment, I thought I was caught, that she might think of me as a creep who had been watching her from afar.
I could feel my pulse quicken as our eyes met. But to my astonishment, she reached out and took the bouquet from my hands, her expression softening.
She mumbled a soft "thank you" before closing the door gently.
I walked away from her doorstep that morning, my heart lighter than it had been in a long time.
She might not have known who I was, but her acceptance of those flowers and that soft thank-you had made me feel like I was slowly inching closer to her heart.
With each passing day, my feelings for her grew stronger, and I couldn't help but hope that one day, I would find the courage to reveal myself to her. Until then, I would continue to watch her, to be her secret admirer, and to let her presence inspire the music in my heart.
Days turned into weeks, and I continued to watch her from afar. Her life was a tapestry of routines, work, and the occasional dance classes. It was during one of those classes that I witnessed something that left me breathless.
She had always struck me as graceful, but on this particular evening, as she moved to a contemporary piece, her movements were a revelation.
Her body flowed like a river, each gesture telling a story of beauty and pain. It was as if she had unlocked a part of herself that she had kept hidden from the world.
I watched her in awe as she danced to the haunting melody, a composition of my own.
Tears welled up in my eyes, for her movements, her expressions, they spoke of emotions that resonated deeply with me. It was as if she had reached into my soul and brought my music to life in a way I had never imagined.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of longing, a desire to be a part of that world she inhabited so effortlessly.
Weeks turned into months, and my love for her continued to grow. Each day, I found myself more captivated by her, more drawn to the mystery of her existence. My music had taken on new dimensions, inspired by her grace and beauty.
