Kyung Mi stepped into the dimly lit dorm, her footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Eunhyuk, the ever-curious member of Super Junior, greeted her with a puzzled expression. “Kyung Mi-ssi? Are you meeting Teuki Hyung? It’s already 1 AM.”

“No,” she replied, her eyes scanning the room. “Actually, I was looking for—”

“Mimi, you’re here!” Yesung’s voice interrupted her. He emerged from behind Eunhyuk, his eyes brightening as he spotted her. “Did you bring it?”

“Right here.” Kyung Mi rolled her eyes, handing over the drink and the takeout bag to Yesung. “You good now?”

“Yes,” he said, accepting the offerings.

“Good. Now I can go back and finish the song I was writing. Seonsaengnim has me working on another one.”

"Oh?" Yesung pulled her hand and had her sit on the couch.

Kyung Mi’s gaze shifted to Eunhyuk, who had settled on the couch. His raised eyebrow spoke volumes. She sighed. “Wonnie-Oppa, I really need to go and finish the song. It’s due tomorrow.”

Yesung extended his hand, expecting her to surrender her notebook. “Lemme see.”

“No.” Kyung Mi pouted, seeking help from Eunhyuk. He merely smiled, raised his arms in surrender, and retreated down the hallway toward the rooms.

“I know you have your notebook with you,” Yesung said, sipping the drink she’d made. “You never leave it behind.”

“No,” she replied, her resolve firm. “I can’t show you.”

“Why?”

“I can’t tell you that either. Seonsaengnim had me sign something.”

“Fine.”

“You’re angry.”

“No.”

“Yes, you are.” Kyung Mi beckoned him over, and Yesung lay down with his head on her lap. She hummed the melody of the song she was writing, her fingers threading through Yesung’s hair.

“What’s the title?” Yesung whispered, closing his eyes.

“I am behind you,” she smiled softly, continuing the humming as they both drifted into sleep.

The next morning, Eunhyuk found Kyung Mi at the cafe. “Your drink is on the counter.”

“Uhm, thanks?”

Her eyes widened when she looked up. “Eunhyuk-ssi?”

“I guess you were expecting Yesung Hyung?” Eunhyuk chuckled at the blush that crept across her cheeks. “He’s still recording.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Kyung Mi’s smile returned. “I should’ve checked who it was. He’s always scolding me to be more careful.”

“I guess this is a regular thing for you both?”

“Kinda?” Kyung Mi giggled. “How can I help?”

Eunhyuk slid her notebook across the table. “You left this at the dorm. You should be careful with that. Hyung might find out how you feel before you tell him.”

“Thanks! I…wait. What?” Kyung Mi’s eyes widened.

“No need to hide it from me.” Eunhyuk sat down beside her. “I asked Teuki Hyung how you and Yesung Hyung know each other. He told me about your late-night decaffeinated meetings.”

“Oh.”

“And then I found your notebook in between the couch cushions,” Eunhyuk smirked. “I saw how you were interacting last night, and I read your lyrics to ‘Fallin’.’ It’s pretty clear.”

Kyung Mi sighed, leaning back on the couch. “I don’t plan on telling him.”

“But you want to.”

“No, I don’t.” She glared at him.

“Don’t look at me like that. You look like a strawberry when you’re all grouchy and blushing.” Eunhyuk laughed. “Your feelings for Hyung are laid down in the lyrics. You know he’ll be the one singing the song.”

“Aish. Why’d you read my notebook anyway? That’s an invasion of privacy.”

“Okay, I admit that, and I’m sorry. But really, you need to tell him.”

“No. I’m fine with how we are.”

“If you say so, Berry.”

“Berry?”

“Yes. I’ve decided to call you Berry.”

“Fine. Hyukkie.”

“Hey! Where’s the ‘Oppa’ at the end?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s hiding.” Kyung Mi laughed.

“Call me Oppa! I’m still older than you!”

“No! If you force me, I’ll call you JaeJae instead!”

“BWO?!” Eunhyuk’s laughter filled the room, and Kyung Mi couldn’t help but smile. Perhaps her hidden melodies were finally finding their way into the open—a sweet symphony of secrets and unspoken feelings.