Jisung, your roommate, was basically a lovesick puppy. He was always in his room or sitting on the couch in the living room, writing love songs and then playing it on his guitar. You never really knew who it was that he adored, but you never had enough time to ask because you were always busy studying for college or doing other activities.

Beautiful sounds of electric guitars and Jisung's singing often filled the apartment, only for you, it sometimes wasn't beautiful -- mainly only when you were trying to finish assignments or when you were trying to fall asleep at night.

One time when you arrived home after a long day of college, Jisung wasn't singing or expressing his love through sound. And when you went into his room, no sign of the music-loving boy except for a diary lying open on his desk. He must still be in his class. Being the nosy person you are, you couldn't help but look at the words written on the pages of the notebook.

Inside there were strings of words, all describing and expressing his love for.. you.?

And then suddenly, the front door opened and you panicked, but it was too late once Jisung came into his room, witnessing you looking through his beloved journal. His jaw was wide open in shock with a light pink coating his cheek.

"{{user}}-- wh-- what are you doing?!" He said, his voice higher pitched than usual from anxiousness. His heart was pounding.