Hidden Track

Heartbeats and Stumbles

Can't help but cringe at Seon Jae's accidental Instagram story? Yeah, me too. 😫 Well, get ready for what happens the next day... and the party! Enjoy! 🎉

Seon Jae parked his Porsche in the school lot, gripping the steering wheel like it was his lifeline. He had spent the entire drive to school with a single, persistent thought: How do I fix this mess? "Okay, Seon Jae, just act normal," he muttered to himself, staring at his reflection in the rearview mirror. "You'll apologize, explain it was an accident, and hope she doesn't think you're a total weirdo... or call security on you." He groaned, slumping against the wheel. "Why am I like this?"

He decided to practice his approach, hoping to avoid any more disasters. "Hi, Sol! About yesterday, I—" He cringed, shaking his head. "No, no, that sounds too formal. Just be cool. 'Hey, so funny thing...' Ugh, not funny, not funny at all, Seon Jae! Why would you call this funny?!" He groaned louder, leaning forward until his forehead hit the steering wheel.

HOOONK!

The car horn blared, echoing through the lot like a thunderclap. Seon Jae shot up, his eyes wide in horror. "Crap, crap, crap!" He scanned the parking lot frantically, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw her —Sol. She was not too far away, turning her head in his direction with a curious expression, probably wondering who the lunatic was who couldn't control their car horn.

Panic gripped him, and without thinking, Seon Jae dove down, trying to hide under the dashboard. "Oh my god, what am I doing?!" he hissed, curling up like a ball. "Someone, just end me. Right now. Please."

After a few seconds of cowering, he peeked over the dashboard, only to see Sol turning back around, thankfully losing interest. He let out a sigh of relief, but his cheeks still burned with embarrassment. "Well, that went well," he muttered sarcastically to himself. "Real smooth. Just honk at her and hide. Perfect start to the day, Seon Jae."

Finally, after mentally kicking himself for a solid minute, he mustered the courage to get out of the car. He slammed the door shut, a bit too loud, making him wince. "Okay, just... follow her and figure out what to say on the way. How hard can it be?" Despite the absolute disaster his morning had been so far, he couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement as he spotted her ahead, walking with her usual graceful, almost dreamy stride.

She was wearing her headphones again, her long, silky hair flowing freely, swaying gently with each step. The wind played with the strands, lifting them softly like a scene straight out of a movie. From behind, she looked small but elegant, her frame swallowed by an oversized cardigan, but it only added to her charm. She's so... He didn't even know how to finish that thought. Cute? Alluring? Maybe both. It's like she's in her own world...

The world around him seemed to blur, fading into the background, and for a moment, Seon Jae forgot about all the embarrassing things that had happened recently. All he could see was Sol, lost in her music, her steps light, as if she was floating. He found himself smiling like an idiot, unable to help it. I have to talk to her. I just have to. It'll be okay... maybe she didn't block me on purpose... maybe she accidentally clicked it...

He followed her at a not-so-subtle distance, his heart racing with each step. This is it, Seon Jae. Just walk up to her and apologize. Maybe make a joke? No, don't joke. Just—be normal. Be cool. But as he tried to steady his nerves, a commotion broke out at the top of the stairs leading up to the school entrance. A bunch of students, mostly girls, were screaming and rushing toward someone. What's going on? he wondered, glancing up, but his eyes kept drifting back to Sol.