Catching Her Heart

JK's Pov

I was at the studio, working on my next solo album, but I wasn’t getting much done. My mind was occupied by a certain someone, which explained the blank sheet of paper in front of me. It should have been filled with lyrics, but instead, it was covered in sketches of a girl. Frustrated, I crumpled the paper and tossed it onto the growing pile beside me. Maybe a break would help—a bit of fresh air to clear my mind and help me focus.

As I wandered through the hallways, I ran into Namjoon Hyung. He was also working on his solo project, and I think he’s almost done with his album. Namjoon is incredibly talented and smart; there’s nothing he can’t do—well, except cooking.

Just then, an idea popped into my head: why not ask Namjoon Hyung for help? Maybe he’d have some advice.

“Hey, Hyung… finished with work?” I asked, walking closer to him.

“Oh, Jungkook-ah… yeah, just about to head home,” he replied, ruffling my hair. No matter how much I’ve grown, all my Hyungs still see me as the same 15-year-old they met at the dorm.

“Uh, Hyung… I need your help. I’m… uh… struggling with my album,” I admitted, scratching the back of my neck, embarrassed. Hitting a creative block felt so unprofessional, especially for someone like me, who strives for perfection.

Namjoon gave his famous dimpled smile and nodded. “Ah, it’s normal to struggle like this, and it’s okay. You don’t have to be embarrassed to ask for help. Of course, I’ll assist you.” He knew how much I hated asking for help, so if I was, it meant I was really stuck.

Namjoon and I were now sitting in the studio, sipping coffee as he went through my notes, trying to help me pinpoint what was missing. One thing I appreciate about Namjoon Hyung is that he never pries into my personal life, unlike Taehyungie Hyung, who would have spotted the sketches lying on my desk and demanded answers immediately. I’m glad Namjoon didn’t ask questions—Taehyung, as much as I love him, would have had all my secrets out in no time. But that’s what makes him my best friend: nosy, persistent, but always there.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, scribbling aimlessly on the blank sheet in front of me, my mind still preoccupied. Without looking up, I blurted, “Hyung, how do I ask a girl out?”

Namjoon stopped going through my notes and turned to me, his expression curious, silently urging me to say more. “I… uh… I saw this girl, and I want to get to know her,” I confessed, feeling my cheeks heat up. I must have looked like a tomato by now.

Namjoon laughed at my flushed face, making me turn even redder. “I’m sorry, but you look so adorable right now!” he chuckled, pinching my cheeks. “So, this is what’s been on your mind? And here I thought it was just your album. Tell me more about her, and let’s see how I can help.”

I hesitated, realizing that I knew almost nothing about her, yet she was all I could think about. “I don’t know anything about her…” I admitted, feeling embarrassed at how little I knew.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean you don’t know anything about her? Not even her name?”

Her name. Right. I mentally facepalmed at my own stupidity. How could I forget to find out something so basic? I had to make another trip to Eunwoo’s set—or better yet, just text him.

I glanced at Namjoon, still feeling foolish. “No, Hyung, I don’t know anything. Just that she’s Indian and working on a drama with Eunwoo.”

“Indian, huh…” Namjoon mumbled thoughtfully. “This might be tricky, but if you really want to pursue her, start by getting to know her. Ask Eunwoo for an introduction. Then, find excuses to be around her so asking her for a coffee won’t feel awkward.”

I nodded, mentally taking notes of Namjoon’s advice. His words made sense. I just needed to get close enough to talk to her. “This is the first time you’ve asked about dating, Jungkook-ah. She must be special,” Namjoon added.

Special? Yes, she is. She hadn’t left my mind since the day I first saw her. “I saw her once, Hyung… only once… but she’s all I think about,” I confessed, smiling as I recalled the scene of her walking toward me.

Namjoon chuckled, “You’ve got it bad, but I hope it ends well for you.” With that, he left the studio, bidding me goodbye.
I quickly pulled out my phone and texted Eunwoo, asking for her name and any details he could give me.

Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. I kept checking my phone, growing more impatient by the second. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a reply came through.

Eunwoo: “Sorry, just saw your message. I was busy with the shoot. Her name is Ridhi… and yeah, she’s currently single if that’s what you were wondering. ;)”

Ridhi. And she’s single. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The thought of her being in a relationship had crossed my mind, and I had been envious of anyone who might call her theirs. But reading that she was single felt like a small victory.

I quickly texted Eunwoo back, asking if I could visit the set again. I needed to see her, even if just from a distance.

Eunwoo: “Sure, bro! You’re welcome anytime. Actually, it’d be perfect if you joined tomorrow—we’ve got a scene with her.”

It felt like the universe was aligning perfectly. Tomorrow, I’d see her again. All I had to do was gather the courage to say something—to introduce myself. But would I be able to speak in front of her, or would my shyness get the best of me?

I better not mess this up.