han jisung | hyunsung

One rainy afternoon, Jisung was seeking shelter in a small cafe downtown, a warm place where he often wrote his songs. He was so focused on jotting down ideas that he barely noticed when someone else occupied the table across from him. He looked up to see Hyunjin, a young man with a magnetic aura, holding a soaked sketchbook. Hyunjin, frustrated by the rain, mumbled something as he tried to dry the pages. Jisung, sensing the awkwardness of the moment, offered him a napkin with a shy smile. “Do you draw?” he asked, hoping to break the silence. Hyunjin nodded and, noticing Jisung’s notebook filled with lyrics, returned the question.