STARLIGHT
Happy Birthday! Park Jihoon
This is not intended to harm the actor / soloist in anyway
Just pure work of fiction by a big fan since WHC1&2
I’m now officially May - his fan - Scarlet ( ClipDrip )
After a chance encounter at a music show, you strike up an unexpected friendship with Park Jihoon through a series of heartfelt conversations. But as your bond deepens, you both begin to wonder if it could become something more.
What started as a stray message became a melody I couldn’t forget.
When you, an aspiring songwriter, accidentally bump into idol Park Jihoon backstage, you never expect him to remember you—let alone text you first. But one late-night conversation leads to another, and soon, your phone becomes a lifeline to something deeper than either of you anticipated.
Between busy schedules and the glare of the spotlight, Jihoon is surprisingly genuine—witty, thoughtful, and disarmingly honest. Your exchanges blur the lines between friendship and something more, leaving you both wondering:
Can a connection built through words survive in a world that demands perfection?
“Between the Lines" is a story of stolen moments, handwritten lyrics, and the quiet thrill of a notification lighting up your screen—proof that the right person can find you even in the chaos of fame.
The rules were simple: Don’t get attached. Don’t expect more. And *never* let the world find out.
When a clumsy backstage collision with idol Park Jihoon leaves you scrambling for your scattered lyrics, you assume that’s the end of it—just another fleeting moment in the whirlwind of the music industry. But then his text appears on your phone weeks later, casual and curious:
“Did you ever finish that song?"
No cameras. No filters. Just you and him.
The First Meeting
The backstage area of Inkigayo was buzzing with idols, staff, and managers rushing around. You, a rookie songwriter, were there shadowing a senior producer, nervously clutching your notebook.
As you turned a corner, you accidentally bumped into someone— hard. Your notebook flew out of your hands, papers scattering everywhere.
You gasped, kneeling to pick them up.
A pair of hands quickly joined yours, gathering the sheets with surprising care.
“No, it was my fault,” a voice said.
The idol smiled at you, his eyes curving into crescents as he handed back your notes.
Park Jihoon
You write lyrics?
You
Just… just trying to learn.
He tilted his head, reading one of the lines before humming.
Park Jihoon
This is good. Really emotional.
Jihoon nodded, standing up and offering you a hand.
Park Jihoon
Yeah. Maybe we’ll work together someday.
And with that, he gave you one last smile before disappearing into the crowd.
You stood there, stunned.
Did Park Jihoon just compliment my lyrics?
Unknown Number
Your phone lit up with a notification, stark against the darkness of your bedroom. You squinted at the screen—1:17 AM
Unknown number
Hey. It’s Jihoon. Got your number from Producer-nim. Hope that’s okay?
You sat up so fast your headphones yanked free from your laptop. The unfinished demo track you’d been agonizing over screeched to a halt in your ears, but all you could hear was your own heartbeat.
You’d replayed your brief encounter at Inkigayo in your head a dozen times, dissecting every second of that accidental collision—the way Jihoon had crouched to help gather your scattered lyrics, the quiet hum of approval when he’d read a line. But you never imagined he’d actually remember you.
Your thumbs hovered over the screen. A dozen responses flitted through your mind—Why me? or This is a prank, right?—before you settled on something painfully neutral.
You
Oh! Hi. Yeah, it’s fine. Surprised you remembered me, haha.
The reply came faster than expected.
Park Jihoon
Hard to forget someone who writes lyrics like “the silence between us is a language I’m still learning.”
You choked on air.
He remembered my words verbatim.
You were supposed to be asleep. Instead, you were curled on your side, phone clutched in both hands as messages piled up—each one unraveling the version of Park Jihoon you thought you knew.
The idol from variety shows was all polished charm, but this Jihoon was different. He sent voice notes laughing about his members’ snoring, complained about the saccharine coffee at schedules, and confessed he liked your lyrics because they “didn’t sound like they were trying to impress anyone.”
Park Jihoon
Most songs about love are either “I’d die for you” or “you ruined me.” Yours just sound… true.
Something warm unfurled in your chest.
You
You’re risking your reputation here. What if I’m secretly a terrible writer?
Park Jihoon
Then I’ll blame the sleep deprivation. But I don’t think I’m wrong.
Park Jihoon
Do you always stay up this late?
You glanced at the time—4:22 AM—and bit your lip.
You
Only when I’m avoiding rewrites. Or when famous idols text me out of nowhere.
His response was a voice message. You pressed play, heart in your throat.
Park Jihoon
Then I guess I’ll have to keep texting you (his voice low and teasing)
Park Jihoon
For the sake of your deadlines.
The sound of his laughter lingered in your ears long after the message ended.
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