Eight hearts. Infinite stories. Each chapter takes you on a journey into the lives of Stray Kids-love, heartbreak, triumph, and vulnerability told through vivid, unforgettable moments.
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The cozy café buzzed with soft chatter and the clinking of mugs against saucers. Y/N sat at her usual corner table, sketchbook open in front of her. She wasn’t sketching much today, though. Her eyes kept darting toward the small stage where Han Jisung sat with his guitar, strumming softly as he adjusted the mic.
Jisung had been performing at the café for weeks now, his easy charm and honey-smooth voice drawing in a crowd every time. But for Y/N, it wasn’t just his music that had her heart racing—it was the way his eyes always seemed to find hers, like she was the only person in the room.
“Alright, folks,” Jisung’s cheerful voice rang out, pulling her from her thoughts. “This next one’s a little different. I, uh, wrote it recently, and it’s kind of special.”
Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as she flipped to a new page, pretending to doodle. Her pencil scratched across the paper, but her attention was entirely on him.
He started to play, his fingers dancing over the strings with practiced ease. The melody was light and sweet, and when he began to sing, his voice was softer than usual.
“I see you in the corner, with your pencil in your hand. Drawing little secrets, that I wish I could understand. But I’ll keep on singing, hoping one day you’ll see, That every note I play is just for you, from me.”
Y/N froze, her pencil stilling on the page. Her eyes widened as she processed the lyrics.
Jisung’s gaze flicked to her, a shy smile tugging at his lips as he continued.
“You think I don’t notice, the way you hide your smile. But I’ve seen it from here, and it’s worth every mile. So I’ll keep on singing, until you finally know, That you’ve been my muse, even if I don’t show.”
The café was unusually quiet, everyone caught up in the tender song. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, her heart pounding as if it were trying to match the rhythm of the music.
When the song ended, the room erupted into applause, but Jisung’s eyes stayed locked on hers. He mouthed a simple, “Did you like it?”
Y/N, feeling braver than she ever thought possible, nodded with a small smile.
After his set, Jisung made his way through the crowd, stopping directly in front of her table. “Hey,” he said, his voice laced with nervousness. “Did you really like it?”
Y/N closed her sketchbook and looked up at him, her own voice soft but steady. “It was beautiful. You’re... really talented, Jisung.”
His grin was wide and boyish, and he scratched the back of his neck. “Thanks. I, uh, was kind of hoping you’d hear it. You’re the reason I wrote it, after all.”
Her breath caught. “Me?”
He nodded, his cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah. I mean, you’re always here, sketching away, and I just—I don’t know. You make it hard to focus on anything else.”
Y/N felt her face heat up even more, but a small laugh escaped her lips. “You make it hard to focus on my drawings,” she admitted.
Jisung’s eyes lit up at her words, and he slid into the seat across from her. “Then maybe we’re even.”
They spent the rest of the afternoon talking, the world outside the café fading away. And as Jisung laughed at one of her stories, Y/N realized that maybe, just maybe, her sketchbook had found its perfect subject.
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Yeah I did wrote myself hehe. But its hard to add music yk or I would have become a song writer by now.😅😅😅😅
