He had written a song that he desperately did not want her to see.

But of course she saw it and picked it up, because it was lying dead center on the table.

“Did you wrote this yesterday?” Eunji asked, having noticed the date on the paper. He cursed himself for always being meticulous with details.

“Yes,” he grounded out. 

“Cool!” She exclaimed cheerily. “Can I read it?”

"No. It's private."

Unfazed, Eunji persisted, "Can you tell me what it's about?"

He hesitated. He badly prefered not to, but her eyes were so persuasive...

“Just... my feelings. Emotions. Sentimental... stuff.”

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