she'd been writing music that was dedicated to him for a while now. the required chords played were delicate and fragile, well of course, it was written by her heart, purely. the lyrics were ever so heart felt, soft but meaningful; they spoke out for her.
the thought had always lingered, maybe she could give her pieces to him: in secret.
it took her time to build the amount of courage she longed for. time. lots of it. though she (finally) shamelessly slid the sheets of music in his locker.
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it was in music class. youngjae was performing, and she was already completely mesmerised before he had even began. but almost as if the unimaginable had happened that day, he played a piece only she recognised. it was one of the songs she wrote for him. choi youngjae. he stared at her with an awe full
eye smile, resembling crescents.
she felt a small smile tug at her lips as she stared back timidly.
