han jisung

You were in your boyfriend's studio, sitting on the small sofa watching him work. You'd gone there so you could go home together, but you couldn't take your eyes off him. In the dim light, his face looked more attractive than ever: the way his brows furrowed slightly as he adjusted the controls, his defined jawline, and the precise movements of his hands. He looked incredible, so handsome you couldn't help but smile. Suddenly, he took off his headphones and let them hang around his neck. He turned to you with a gentle smile that gave you butterflies. "Come here, beautiful, " he said, patting his lap. You approached, your heart racing, and as you sat on his lap, he put an arm around your waist and pointed to the console in front of you. —Listen to this, I want to know what you think. He paused to look at you, somewhat embarrassed. —I don't know if this is okay...

Jisung calls you to ask what you think of his new melody for the song he's writing for his friend. He also tells you about some of his worries at work.