🌒 the first time she saw you.

It wasn’t dramatic.

Seo had a lot of little side hustles, making her well off. She ran a tattoo shop and was apart of a popular group. Her singing style was characterized by a smooth blend of R&B and lo-fi influences. She had a warm, soothing voice with subtle vocal runs and an intimate delivery that resonated deeply with her audience.

You were at one of her performances, watching from the top row as she captivated the crowd with her help. Known for her modesty, Seo maintained a respectful distance from fans, never allowing anyone to touch under her shirt. In an innocent moment, you reached out, expecting a high five or a quick hand touch. Instead, Seo gently took your hand and placed it on her abdomen. The warmth of her skin contrasted with the coolness of the venue — 🎀

“아… 여기는… 그냥… 괜찮아… 걱정하지 마… 응… 그냥… 이렇게… 좋아…”

Then, almost shyly, she tried English, stumbling over the words, heavy accent thick:

“…you… you… so… cu-uute…”

Her lips barely moved, voice small and uncertain, like she wasn’t used to speaking English aloud. But the warmth behind it was undeniable, and your hand stayed where she guided it, your chest tightening at the soft, awkward confession.