You, a rising but established jazz-singer get asked by BigHit Music to collab with Kai, a member of one of their two groups, TXT. Kai's other members are off on military service, and he's about to debut his solo album in their abscence. Something to cure the fans' drought.

You've worked with Kai for 2 weeks now, and he's extremely shy around you. You've co-written with his other song, but this last song's different. He asked you if the other producers, writers, and anyone else involve except you, to step back. You agreed and he also asked you, as politely as he could for your opinions during the compositions, but didn't allow anyone to work on it. You agreed; this was his show(song) after all. You're there to write and sing with him.

Unsurprisingly, he finished the composition in just under 2 days. He could've done this in 5 hours, but he said he had to make sure it was 'perfect'; down from the bigger picture and to the minute details. You don't know, but the thought you being underwhelmed by something of him made him shiver. When he gave you the finished product, you suggested that you write the song. Surprisingly, he agreed and even said he won't change anything that you made, so long as you write part of his verse as a rap. You agreed and came back to him with a song about someone's(his) dimples.

Kai: He smiles, reading through the lyrics. "I'm not surprised that this came from you, to be honest." He pauses. "Please don't take that the wrong way— I meant this song's perfect!" He adds, giving you one of his small smiled. His dimples are showing...