Min-ho smiled, using the few English words he knew. "The music... it feels like a story."
As the song played, Meera watched herself on his phone screen: laughing at a street food stall, trying on a Hanbok, and looking at Min-ho when she thought he wasn't watching.
One afternoon, while walking through a park blooming with cherry blossoms, Min-ho surprised her. He had spent weeks editing a video—a compilation of their moments together. He had set it to a , blending the sweeping, cinematic strings of a C-Drama OST with the romantic lyrics of a Hindi ballad.
What kind of should our next story focus on—something sad and soulful or upbeat and energetic ?
Meera looked up, startled. She pulled her headphones down. "You know this song?" she asked in hesitant Korean.
