MELODIC HEARTS

# Melodic Hearts

The neon lights of Seoul's entertainment district painted shadows across JungKook's face as he stood at the window of his high-rise studio. His fingers absently traced patterns on the cold glass, matching the rhythm of the demo track playing through his headphones. Something was missing - the song had technical perfection but lacked soul. Like everything else in his life lately.

Three years of producing hit after hit had earned him his reputation as the "Golden Producer." Artists fought for a chance to work with him, and his label treated him like royalty. But tonight, surrounded by platinum records and music industry awards, he felt oddly empty.

A movement in the building across the street caught his eye. Through the windows of the rival entertainment company, a silhouette moved in the darkness - someone else burning the midnight oil. The figure paused, and for a moment, JungKook could have sworn they were looking right at him. Then the lights went out, leaving him staring at his own reflection.

His phone buzzed: another message from the label about tomorrow's industry showcase. JungKook sighed, removing his headphones. He needed to find something - or someone - to bring the magic back to his music. Little did he know, fate had already set that meeting in motion.

The next day would change everything.