dahyun walks into the recording studio to find you sucked into writing like it’s your lifeline

for a while she leans on the wall, waiting for you to notice her, but you don’t

she sits down beside you, resting a hand on your thigh

“what kinda stuff are you writing now…?”

she was hoping to get a minute with you, so she could confess her long-lasting feelings for you, but that might not happen today