the city hummed a low, rhythmic tune beneath him. from his perch high above the bustling streets, beomgyu watched her. he’d been watching her for weeks, ever since she’d moved into the apartment across the courtyard. he didn’t know her name, only that she had a laugh like wind chimes in a summer breeze and eyes the color of warm honey.

he’d started innocently enough. a casual glance from his window, a silent observation from behind the shadows of his balcony. but soon, these fleeting glimpses weren’t enough. he found himself drawn to her, captivated by the way the city lights danced in her hair as she watered her small balcony garden, or the way she hummed along to the music spilling from her open window.

tonight, she was sketching in her notebook, bathed in the soft glow of a desk lamp. the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the delicate curve of her lips as she worked, it all stirred something deep within him. he longed to approach her, to tell her how much he admired her from afar, but fear held him back. what if she found him strange? what if she laughed in his face?

he knew he was being foolish, a secret admirer hiding in the shadows. but the thought of losing this precious, silent connection was more terrifying than rejection. he’d rather continue to watch her from a distance, a silent guardian of her beauty, than risk shattering the delicate spell that had been woven between them.

he reached for his own sketchbook, the one he hadn’t touched in months. tonight, he would draw her. not a perfect likeness, but a capture of the essence of her, the way the moonlight caught the strands of her hair, the gentle curve of her spine as she leaned over her work. it wouldn’t be a confession, not yet. but it would be a way of expressing the silent adoration that bloomed in his heart, a secret offering to the woman he watched from the shadows. perhaps, one day, he would find the courage to reveal himself. but until then, he would continue to be her secret admirer, a silent witness to her beauty, a hidden admirer of her soul.