Write you a song | Han Jisung

5

I woke up the next morning as something tickled my face. Slowly opening my eyes, I adjusted to the soft light filtering into the room. I found myself gazing into Jisung's face, as he gently stroked away the stray hairs behind my ears.

"Good morning," he mumbled, his voice still raspy.

"Good morning," I yawned, snuggling further into him. He chuckled softly.

"I didn't know you were scared of thunderstorms," he said, amused.

"Well, that's not exactly something I like to admit," I mumbled.

"Why?" he asked curiously.

"Because it feels silly. I'm too old to be scared of thunderstorms," I confessed, feeling a flush creeping up my cheeks.

"You're never too old to be scared of something," he answered. "I think it's cute. And look where it got us," he said, grinning.

I playfully hit him in the chest. Eventually, he sighed. "I would love to stay like this with you, but I have to get ready for work," he mumbled. Of course, such moments couldn't last forever.

"Where do you work?" I asked curiously, realizing we hadn't discussed that before. While I had shared my occupation with him, he had never talked about his work.

"Oh," he said, suddenly seeming nervous. Slowly disentangling himself from me, he stood up, and I sat up as well.

"I'm a singer," he answered. I smiled. "Of course you are," I replied, acknowledging that singing was the perfect job for him given his beautiful voice. "Can I come listen sometime?" I asked eagerly.

He couldn't hide a small smile. "Sure," he answered. "I have a concert next week here in Seoul. I'll put you on the guest list," he said. Little did I know that this concert wouldn't be a sweet little event, and that he didn't plan on telling me.

***

I stood in front of a massive arena, double-checking the address on Jisung's letter, which he had left on my doorstep along with a new bouquet of flowers. Yes, I was at the right place. He had refused to tell me anything about the event for the past few days, brushing off my inquiries with promises of surprises. After a while, I stopped asking.

And now, as I looked at the thousands of girls lining up in front of the arena, it felt like a surreal joke. Walking to the back of the building, where the VIP entrance should be, I approached the only door I could see. Several security guards and a woman were stationed there.

"Um, hi," I greeted tentatively. "The entrance for the Stray Kids concert is on the other side of the building," the woman informed me. Stray Kids? I knew their music. I had a few of their songs on my playlist, but I had never seen the members. I didn't even know their names. I wasn't particularly interested in individual artists as long as the music was good. Was Jisung a member of Stray Kids?

"I-I think I'm on the guest list," I stammered. The woman looked up. "ID," she simply said. I pulled out my wallet and handed her my ID. After a brief check on her phone, she returned my ID and stepped aside to let me in. "Follow the corridor until the end, and you'll arrive at the VIP Lounge. Mr. Han wishes you a pleasant stay," she said, suddenly smiling. I smiled back, feeling confused, and walked in.

Following the corridor as instructed, I eventually walked through a heavy metal door. I found myself positioned directly in front of the stage, with a perfect view. It was the perfect spot. Standing right in front of the barrier, I waited as the arena slowly filled up. This felt like a ridiculous movie. Jisung was a member of Stray Kids, and I hadn't even realized it. I resolved to google them when I got home, that's for sure.

***

I couldn't believe my eyes. This concert was simply incredible. Jisung danced and sang like a god, practically commanding the stage. He showed off his abs and they even used chains at one point, leaving me in awe. And the fact that he spotted me in the crowd and winked at me multiple times only made it better. I had always known he was beautiful, but I hadn't realized he could also be this hot. It made me break out in a sweat, to be honest. If he could move like that, what else was he capable of?

"Unfortunately, we will sing our last song," one of Jisung's band members, introduced as Bangchan at the beginning, announced over the protests of the fans. "But we have a twist. It's a song that hasn't been released yet, maybe ever," he teased, looking at Jisung. "If you guys like it, maybe we could put it out there," Jisung laughed. "It's a slow song. The person I wrote this for knows it's their song. So, I hope you enjoy it."

I widened my eyes as Jisung looked at me. The first few notes of my song filled the air. My song. The song I listened to whenever I was sad or couldn't sleep. The song he wrote for me, the one I downloaded from the USB stick to all of my devices, the one he sang to me in his living room while we cuddled.

Tears welled up in my eyes as he began to sing the first notes. The other members supported him with harmonies in the verses, and they sang the chorus all together. Tears streamed down my cheeks as the stadium erupted in applause when the song ended. In that moment, Jisung made me the happiest girl alive.