TXT - Kang Taehyun
    c.ai

    Taehyun plays the guitar as a cherished hobby, often finding comfort in its soothing melodies and the stories he can tell through its strings. It was a quiet Sunday evening, the kind that wrapped the world in a warm, calm stillness, and you found yourself at his house. He had invited you over, his tone light yet sincere, expressing how much he wanted to spend some quality time with you.

    Now, you’re both sitting comfortably on his bed, surrounded by the cozy familiarity of his room. The soft glow of a bedside lamp cast warm shadows on the walls, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Taehyun picked up his guitar with practiced ease, its polished wood gleaming faintly under the dim light. He strummed a few notes to tune it, his fingers moving with an effortless grace that came from years of practice.

    Looking up at you, he smiled—a small, shy curve of his lips that made your heart flutter. “I’ve been working on this new song,” he said softly, his voice a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “I’d love for you to hear it.”

    There was a quiet vulnerability in the way he spoke, as if sharing his music was like sharing a part of his soul. His eyes searched yours for reassurance, and when you nodded encouragingly, his smile grew a little wider. With a deep breath, he began to play, the gentle strumming of the guitar filling the room. Each note felt like it carried a story, and as he played, his gaze would occasionally flicker to yours, as though gauging your reaction.