"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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The night was heavy with the weight of secrets and unspoken emotions. Ever since the day in the hospital when Yuna had confided in me about her traumatic past, I had found it nearly impossible to sleep or focus on my work.
Her pain, her suffering, and her strength had become a constant presence in my thoughts.
Every night, I would lie awake, replaying our conversations and trying to make sense of the trauma that Yuna had endured.
I wished I could take her pain away, but I knew that healing was a journey she had to undertake on her own.
My days were no better. I would wait anxiously for Yuna to come to the auditorium and perform, hoping to see her graceful dance once more.
But each time, I was met with disappointment as she never showed up. It was as if the connection we had formed had been severed, leaving me with a sense of longing and concern.
Unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, I decided to go to Yuna's house and check up on her. It was a bold move, one that filled me with trepidation as I approached her front door.
I hesitated for a moment before finally ringing the doorbell. My heart raced in my chest as I waited, wondering if she would even answer the door.
But to my relief, she did. Yuna stood before me, her expression cold and distant, but her eyes betrayed traces of recent tears.
I offered her a bouquet of daisies, a small gesture of comfort, and she let me in.
We sat together in her living room, and I couldn't help but ask about her health, my concern for her well-being growing with each passing day. Yuna assured me that she was alright, and I let out a sigh of relief.
As she went into the kitchen to fetch some water for me, my eyes wandered to a letter pad left on the table.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I began to read what was written on the paper.
My eyes widened in disbelief and astonishment as I read the half-written letter.
It was a heartfelt confession, a declaration of love for an anonymous singer named V.
The words spoke of how Yuna had fallen in love with him through his music, how his songs had touched her heart in ways she couldn't put into words.
And that annonymous singer is me.
Reality struck me like a thunderbolt. Tomorrow was my birthday, and the letter I held in my hands was eerily similar to the ones I had received every year on that day.
It was a shock to my system, a revelation that sent my mind reeling.
I was V—the singer, the songwriter, the producer of those unofficially released songs that Yuna had danced to. She had fallen in love with me through my music, and I had never known.
A rush of emotions flooded over me, a mixture of astonishment, disbelief, and a strange sense of joy. Yuna had been the anonymous admirer all along, and I had never realized it.
As Yuna returned with the water, she must have noticed the letter in my hand and the look on my face. Her eyes widened in surprise and a touch of embarrassment, realizing that I had uncovered her secret.
I couldn't find the words to speak, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. But in that moment, I knew that something had shifted between us, a bond that went beyond the music and the dance.
Yuna and I shared a secret, a connection that had been hidden in plain sight. And as we sat there in her living room, our eyes locked in understanding, I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for us, now that the truth had been revealed.
Sitting there in Yuna's living room, the weight of the revelation still heavy in the air, I struggled to find the right words to speak.
Yuna had just confessed her deep admiration for the anonymous singer V, not knowing that V was me all along.
She spoke of how V's music had been a source of healing, how it had touched her heart in ways she couldn't explain.
Yuna's voice was tinged with a hint of sadness as she continued,
"Tomorrow is V's birthday, and I'm going to give him this letter, just like I always do. But I don't even know if he's ever read any of them."
My heart ached as I listened to her words. She had poured her heart into those letters, expressing her love and appreciation for my music, and yet she believed that they had gone unnoticed.
It was a cruel twist of fate that she didn't know the truth.
But I couldn't let her carry that burden of doubt any longer. I cleared my throat, my voice soft and reassuring. "Yuna, I'm sure V has read every single one of your letters."
Yuna turned to look at me, her eyes wide with surprise. "You think so?"
I nodded, a small smile forming on my lips. "I can't speak for V, but I believe he has read them. Your words are a testament to the impact his music has had on you."
