"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 couldn't stay away from the auditorium, not after that encounter with Yuna and the bouquet of daisies she had given me.
It felt like a sign, a subtle invitation to be a part of her world in a more tangible way. And so, I found myself once again sitting in the dimly lit auditorium, waiting for her to appear on stage.
As the spotlight illuminated the stage, there she was, Yuna, moving with grace and precision to the haunting melody of one of my own compositions.
Her dance was a masterpiece, each movement an expression of emotion, each step a glimpse into her soul.
I watched in awe, captivated by the beauty and passion in her performance. It was as if she had choreographed the dance just for me, a silent acknowledgment of the connection that had formed between us.
As the final notes of the music played, Yuna stepped forward, her eyes locking onto mine.
It was a moment that left me dumbstruck, a moment when our worlds collided in a way that words couldn't capture.
She held my gaze for a heartbeat, a connection formed in that split second, before turning and leaving the stage.
The next evening, I stood near Yuna's house, lost in thought about the previous day's encounter.
Her gaze, those few seconds when our eyes had locked, replayed in my mind like a beautiful melody. It was a moment I couldn't forget, a moment that had left an indelible mark on my heart.
I was snapped out of my reverie when I heard her voice, a gentle greeting that brought me back to the present. I turned to face her, a soft smile on my lips. "H-hi.."
She returned my smile, her eyes curious as she looked at me. "you didn't bring flowers for me this morning?"
I felt a pang of embarrassment as I looked down, realizing that I had indeed forgotten to bring the usual bouquet of daisies.
But before I could say anything, my gaze shifted to her hands, and I noticed a bouquet of daisies that she held.
She simply handed me the flowers, and my heart skipped a beat.
It was a gesture I hadn't expected, a silent acknowledgment of our connection. I took the bouquet from her, my fingers brushing against hers, and I couldn't help but smile.
"Thank you, Yuna," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
Without saying a word, Yuna turned and walked back into her house, leaving me standing there, holding the bouquet of daisies close to my heart.
As I made my way home, the daisies in hand, I couldn't help but feel a sense of hope and anticipation. Our connection was growing stronger, and I knew that one day, we would find the courage to bridge the gap between our worlds and let our hearts speak the words we had been longing to say.
