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
Ah, I’m so sorry!
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.
You looked up—and froze.
Park Jihoon.
The idol smiled at you, his eyes curving into crescents as he handed back your notes.
Park Jihoon
You write lyrics?
Your heart pounded.
You
Y-yeah.
You
Just… just trying to learn.
He tilted his head, reading one of the lines before humming.
Park Jihoon
This is good. Really emotional.
You blinked.
You
You… think so?
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?
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