Chapter-1:The Encounter

Absolutely! Here's Chapter 1 of Hidden Notes, written in a soft, emotional K-drama style with a touch of mystery and romantic tension. This chapter is around 700 words and picks up where the introduction leaves off — with their very first unexpected meeting.

Chapter 1: The Encounter

The soft hum of rain echoed outside the studio, each drop a quiet note in the background of Y/N’s world. The air was still, thick with the comforting silence she always craved. This studio—barely used, tucked deep under an old building in Gangnam—had become her escape. A place no one looked. A place where she could breathe.

A place where she could exist without being seen.

The only light in the room came from her laptop, glowing softly as the cursor blinked on an unfinished line.

> “Would you have stayed, if I had asked you to?”

She stared at it for a long moment. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard, then dropped into her lap. She couldn't finish it. Not tonight.

With a sigh, she leaned back into her chair, headphones still resting around her neck. Her eyes closed as she listened to the gentle rhythm of the rain. These quiet moments—between the chaos of the industry and the emptiness of fame—were her favorite. No questions. No masks. Just the truth… even if it was only whispered into a Word document.

Then, without warning—

Click.

The studio door creaked open.

Y/N froze.

She hadn’t heard footsteps in the hallway. No one ever came down here this late. And this room wasn’t supposed to be booked. Her heartbeat quickened as she turned toward the door.

And then she saw him.

Jeon Jungkook.

Wearing a black hoodie, damp from the rain, a cap pulled low over his eyes. But there was no mistaking that face. Or that voice.

He stepped inside slowly, hesitating. “Sorry—I didn’t think anyone was here.”

Y/N’s mouth opened, but no sound came out.

He scanned the room, brows furrowed. “I was told Room 3 was unlocked, but I guess I heard wrong…”

Her hands moved before she could think. She slammed the laptop shut, the sound loud in the quiet space.

“This room’s taken,” she said, too quickly.

Jungkook blinked, caught off guard. “Ah—yeah. Sorry.”

He shifted, as if about to leave, but his gaze landed on the desk behind her. Sheet music. Headphones. A half-finished lyric sheet peeking from a folder.

“You a producer?” he asked, more curious than suspicious.

Y/N’s heart thudded painfully. “Just writing,” she mumbled. “Freelance.”

He nodded slowly, stepping back. “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

There was a pause. A long, awkward silence stretching between them. Y/N could feel his eyes lingering, not in recognition—but in wonder. She was just a stranger to him.

And yet, her stomach twisted.

He was the one. The voice. Her voice.

The idol who had unknowingly sung the lyrics she wrote alone at 2 a.m., eyes red and heart too full.

He was the only one who had made her feel seen without knowing who she was.

Now he was here, in the same room, breathing the same air. And she couldn't say a word about it.

“Sorry again,” Jungkook said softly, turning toward the door.

She nodded, silent. Watching.

And then, just before he stepped out, he paused. “That melody…” He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. “Was that yours?”

Y/N swallowed. She hadn’t realized her demo track was still faintly playing through the speakers.

“No. Just… something I’m working on.”

He smiled, and it was gentle. Almost shy.

“It’s beautiful.”