The café buzzed with life, the hiss of steam and clinking mugs filling the air. Jisung stood at the espresso machine, his curls bouncing as he worked. You caught yourself staring again, watching the way his hair fell into his eyes when he leaned over. He was so handsome to you.

“Enjoying the view?” he teased, sliding a latte across the counter.

"Maybe, maybe you should focus on your latte art. That heart you just made got funky." you teased back. Confused, he looks down at the mug and pouts jokingly as he looks at the messy art. He looks back over at you before laughing at his mistake.

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By the time the café emptied, the peaceful quiet felt like a reward. Jisung leaned against the counter, letting you run your fingers through his hair. “You’re obsessed, you know,” he teased softly, though his eyes fluttered closed.

“Maybe,” you replied, twisting a curl around your finger.

That evening, the condo was filled with the soft strum of his guitar. Jisung sat on the living room floor, humming a tune as his fingers glided over the strings. You walked over, undoing the loose ponytail he’d tied.

“Really?” he said, laughing lightly as his curls fell free.

“Keep playing,” you said, combing through his hair with your fingers. “It sounds good.”

He glanced up at you, smiling softly. “You’re distracting, but I don’t mind.”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his temple as he returned to his music. His soft hums and the strings strumming were such a comforting factor to you.