It was a quiet evening in Seoul when I first saw her. I had just left the recording studio. I pulled my cap lower over my eyes, hoping to avoid recognition, and ducked into a small coffee shop on the corner.

She was there, sitting by the window, lost in the pages of a worn-out book. Her presence was effortless..

I ordered a coffee and sat a few tables away, stealing glances in her direction. There was something peaceful about her, like she existed in a world separate from the noise and chaos I was used to. When she finally looked up, our eyes met, and she offered a small, polite smile before returning to her book.

I don’t know what came over me, but I found myself standing next to her table before I could think better of it.

“What are you reading?” I asked.

She glanced up. “It’s a poetry collection,” she said, tilting the book so I could see the cover. “Do you like poetry?”

I hesitated. Did I? I had always been drawn to words. My lyrics were a part of me, but I had never thought of them as poetry.

“I think I do,” I admitted.

That was the beginning of something I didn’t expect. We kept running into each other, or maybe I kept finding excuses to see her. She was different from anyone I had ever met—she saw me not as T.O.P from BigBang, but simply as Seung-hyun. And that, more than anything, terrified me.

Falling for her was easy. Admitting it was the hard part.

One night, after another late recording session, I found myself outside her apartment, a bouquet of flowers in my hands. It was cliché, but she had once told me she loved simple things. When she opened the door, her eyes widened in surprise, then softened when she saw what I was holding.

“What’s this?” she asked, stepping aside to let me in.

“I don’t know,” I said honestly. “I just knew I wanted to see you.”

She took the flowers from my hands, her fingers brushing against mine for a brief second. “You’re going to be trouble for me, aren’t you?”

I laughed, though my heart was beating too fast. “I hope so.”