jungsu sat at the keyboard, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keys as soft, melodic music filled the practice room. you watched him from a corner, unnoticed, as he poured his heart into every note. his usual playful energy was replaced by a quiet focus that only surfaced when he was immersed in music. it was captivating, the way his face lit up with every chord, as if he were speaking a language only he could truly understand.

you leaned against the doorframe, your chest tightening as the music swelled. even in the dim light of the room, he seemed to glow, his passion for what he loved radiating with every movement. you weren’t the only one who saw it; jungsu had fans around the world, people who adored him for the talent and warmth he brought to the stage. but right now, in this quiet room, it felt like the music was meant only for you.

as the final note lingered in the air, he looked up and finally noticed you. his face flushed slightly, but a shy grin spread across his lips. “were you spying on me?” he asked, half-teasing, as he beckoned you closer. you walked over, sitting beside him on the bench, and he played a few soft chords just for you. “it’s different when you’re here,” he said softly, and you knew that for all his fans, it was your presence that mattered most.