the music festival is alive with energy, the air thick with excitement as the band plays their set. you’re right in the front, unable to take your eyes off hyeongjun. the way his fingers move so effortlessly across the guitar, the intensity in his gaze—it’s like he’s performing just for you.

mid-song, he looks up, catching your eye from across the crowd. a smirk plays on his lips, and for a moment, everything else fades away. the crowd’s cheers blur, and it’s just you and him. he winks, and without breaking rhythm, his hand slides down to his pick, holding it up high.

when the song ends, he’s quick to make his way over to you, his confidence radiating as he stands in front of you. he extends his hand, the pick between his fingers. “thought you might need this,” he says, voice low and steady. you take it, and as your fingers brush, he doesn’t let go, his smile only growing more assured.