you were a music producer. that’s all you did. hopping from studio to studio producing for artists in korea. underground hip hop, rap, krbnb etc. it was your passion.

through your connections, stray kids found you. bang chan, their leader, brought up a new album and that your style was what they were looking for.

you didn’t want fame or anything like that- but working on a few songs with them couldn’t hurt..

while working with them, you took a few photos with han. han jisung. he was funny, charismatic, charming and extremely talented. you were impressed that someone in the kpop industry actually knew what they were doing while also maintaining an almost flirty banter with you while working. you uploaded the photos on your instagram account with only a few 100 followers, not thinking much of it as you posted them with a photo dump.

you moved on, finishing the album in a few weeks.

months later, die hard fans saw the unfamiliar producer tag in the credits of the album. found your socials. found those photos. and dating rumours immediately followed with the album’s release. han was attractive and all but getting so much attention and attraction with their fans was sickening to you, you hated.

being the centre of attention of their fanbase haunted you until it eventually died down as they went on tour.

in the little time you bonded with han, you could tell he was so passionate about music, always writing, always coming up with spontaneous creative ideas whenever. you guys had that in common.

in the busy streets of nampo, at night you were out on a walk, taking a smoke when you suddenly got a call.

it was han. you picked up the call, amused with the random call late at night. he was on a korean tour, staying in a hotel near by and said he was working on a track and wanted your help. huh?

you hopped into a cab carelessly to go to his hotel room like it was the most casual thing ever.