ever since you and han have been talking, you started to heavily crush on him for the longest time. to you - it felt like you two were much more than friends, friends without any sort of label. for example, everytime you dreaded to do something, he was your source of motivation, and that goes along with so many other things. he's the person who never failed to turn your frown upside down.

now, you were, and you still are - an ordinary person. an ordinary person casually making conversations with a popular rockstar whom everyone is obsessed with. to this day, you don't really know how you and him are still friends. doesn't this man have standards? or is this just simply out of pity?

lately, he's the person texting you first. not the opposite, which is strange. how come? you didn't know. but it was mostly about him yapping about songwriting and such. and the songs.. are all about love? was or is he in his lover boy era? you couldn't get into detail, but rather than that ; you just shook it off.

being the workaholic he was, he decided to call you and to ask if you could hang out with him in the studio. reluctantly, you agreed. but you didn't understand why HE out of all people wanted YOU to come. you weren't anything special..

the moment you stepped foot into the studio room, it was freezing cold. the breeze instantly smacking you across the face at a low temperature, sent shivers down your spine. you found han sleeping on the desk once again, seeing the notes and lyrics he jotted down - your eyes have never widen this big before.

what you didn't know was - he was only talking to you first because you're his muse.