seungmin leaned against the studio door, watching her through the glass. the soft glow of the recording booth enveloped her, casting a warm halo around her face. she wore oversized headphones, her eyes closed, lost in the music. her voice, like honey and moonlight, flowed through the microphone, filling the room with a magic only she possessed.
he'd heard countless voices in his career, but hers was different. it wasn't just about pitch or technique; it was about emotion, vulnerability. when she sang, it felt like she was baring her soul to the world. and he just couldn't tear his gaze away.
"seungmin," their producer nudged him. "you're up next."
seungmin tore his eyes from the glass. "right." he stepped into the booth, adjusting the mic stand. but as he put on the headphones, he couldn't help glancing back at her.
she caught his eye and smiled, a little shy, a little mischievous. "nervous?" she mouthed.
he chuckled nervously, feeling the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "just a bit," he admitted. "but hey, having you here makes it better."
the music started, and he sang, pouring his heart into the lyrics. but it was her voice that echoed in his mind—the way she hit those high notes effortlessly, the way her voice cracked just a little during the emotional parts. it was raw, unfiltered, and utterly captivating.
when the song ended, he stepped out of the booth, heart racing. she was waiting for him, her cheeks still flushed from singing. "you were amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
he grinned, feeling a warmth spread through him. "thanks," he replied, feeling grateful for her support.
she blushed deeper, and he wanted to kiss her right then and there. but they were colleagues, friends—nothing more. or so he thought.
as the weeks went by, they spent more time together. late-night rehearsals turned into impromptu jam sessions. they'd lounge on the rooftop, their laughter melding with the faint hum of the city below..
one evening, after a particularly exhausting practice session, she leaned against the piano, catching her breath. "seungmin," she began, her voice soft, "what makes you so passionate about music?"
he paused, considering her question carefully. "music..." he finally replied, "it's like a universal language. it speaks to people in ways that words can't. when i sing, it's like i'm tapping into something deep inside me. and when i hear you sing..." he trailed off, feeling a rush of nerves at his own honesty. "i just can't help but be drawn in by your voice."
her eyes widened, and he cursed himself for being too honest. but then she smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through storm clouds. "you know," she said, "i feel the same way about you."
his heart skipped a beat. "about me?"
she stepped closer, her fingers brushing his. "your voice..." she whispered, "it's like a lullaby, like a warm hug... it comforts me."
he couldn't hold back anymore. he cupped her face, his thumb tracing her lips. "let's make music together," he murmured.
and they did. their voices entwined, creating harmonies that echoed through the studio, through their hearts. they sang about love, about longing, about all the things they couldn't say out loud. and when their lips met, it was like the crescendo of a perfect melody.
from then on, their tunes weren't just for the world but for each other. their love unfolded in harmonies and pauses, in tender vows and secret embraces. and every time he heard her voice, he knew—he was home.
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