Title: When Our Eyes Met

Chapter One: A Cup and a Coincidence

It was a cold day in the city, and the little café on the corner of a quiet Seoul street was warm and calm.

The moment I walked in, the smell of coffee and books surrounded me — it was a cozy little coffee shop with a library-like charm.

I took a seat by the window and opened my favorite book, trying to lose myself in its pages.

But then… I heard it.

A laugh.

Soft, warm — like a melody cutting through the silence.

I looked up slowly… and saw him.

A guy with a simple hoodie and headphones, laughing with the barista.

He looked calm… peaceful.

I froze when our eyes met.

And then… he smiled.

At that moment, everything else faded — the book, the cold, the noise — just that smile stayed.

That’s when the story began.

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Chapter Two: The Moment Time Froze

I watched him quietly as I pretended to read.

He noticed.

He walked over and, with a soft voice, asked:

“Reading something interesting?”

I panicked a little inside but smiled.

“Yeah… It’s a novel. Romantic, actually.”

“Nice. Romance always brings beautiful moments,” he replied — and chuckled.

I couldn’t believe how down-to-earth he was.

This wasn’t the Jimin from the stage…

This was a soft, warm version — real.

Later, as he left the café, he turned to me and said:

“The coffee was great. I wish we could make one together someday… with music.”

Then he left.

I just sat there… stunned.

Did Jimin… actually say that?

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Chapter Three: A Laugh and a Note

A few days later, I came back to the same café, still thinking it might’ve been a dream.

But the barista smiled and handed me a small folded note.

“You were there that day… I didn’t say my name. Jimin. 😊”

“Shall we make music?”

And just like that…

A laugh…

A look across a quiet café…

Became a story.

A story that was no longer a dream.

A story with Jimin at the heart of it.

Chapter Four: Studio Vibes and Hidden Feelings

I don’t know what pushed me more — curiosity or hope — but the next morning, I found myself outside a quiet building tucked between two shops.

Inside, was a small private studio, the kind where magic happens quietly.

Jimin had sent me a message with the address and nothing else.

No pressure. No promises. Just:

“If you want… come. Let’s create something.”

I stepped in slowly.

The air smelled like coffee and fresh sound.

He looked up from behind a keyboard and smiled — that same soft smile from the café.

“You came,” he said.

I nodded.

“I had to,” I whispered.

We started playing around with melodies, little sounds that turned into moments.

He was focused, gentle, completely in tune with the music — and slowly, with me.

Then, there was a pause.

He turned toward me.

“You know… it’s been a while since I met someone who doesn’t expect me to be Jimin.”

His voice was soft.

“With you, I feel like I can breathe.”

My heart flipped.

I didn’t know what to say.

So I said the truth.

“With you, I feel like I’m not just someone watching from a screen anymore.”

For a second, it was quiet.

Just the beat of something… deeper.

Then the music started again — but this time, the rhythm felt different.

It felt like… ours.

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