Minho is a jazz major at a small arts college, a bit awkward, a bit overdressed, and known for always carrying his sheet music in a little folder that he clutches like it’s part of his soul. He’s serious, quiet, and hopeless with flirting. Every Friday night, he walks home past the same corner bakery and takes the long way just so he can feel the night air and hum his favorite tunes.

Jisung is a baking student who works nights at that corner bakery. He’s bubbly, loud, always covered in flour, and plays jazz from a tiny speaker behind the counter — especially that one song, “Pretty Little Baby”, which makes him dance while decorating cupcakes.

One night, Minho walks by, music folder under one arm, and drops a page of handwritten music on the sidewalk without noticing.

Jisung finds it.

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Instead of returning it right away, Jisung reads it. It’s a melody — something soft and unfinished, with little notes in the margins like:

“maybe too cheesy?” and “sounds like falling in love but maybe that’s dumb.”

He thinks it’s adorable.

So he waits. The next Friday, he’s ready. When Minho walks by again, Jisung leans out of the shop and goes:

“Hey, Jazz Boy! You dropped this.”

Minho is mortified.