Sammie

It was the second week of July, heavy downpour filling the heart of Seoul. This city was known for its bustling and lively streets but due to the rain, the people seemed to prefer home that day. The sidewalks were empty, the Korean convenience stores open despite the stubborn showers, the tranquility of the moment interrupted by the roars of bikes in the distance.

There, walking through the sidewalks was a man deep in thought. He was a small artist and producer, Christopher Bang Chan or as his fans would call him, CB97. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his black joggers, his black shirt completely drenched along with his hair but that didn't bother him. All he could ever stare at was the pavement below whilst he walked.

Christopher looked lost in his own world, a world of darkness perhaps. It was difficult being an aspiring artist with so much hope with almost no recognition for your works. He had no inspiration to rhyme symphonies nor any motivation to write melodies. He needed some spark in his life, he was 27 for God's sake! Yea, he'd never held a girl’s hand, only admired from afar. He questioned his life choices, questioning whether being a producer would help him flourish but he never gave up, he didn't want to, he couldn't, it was all he knew how to do after all.

His headphones were on, listening to the song, “Still with you” By Jungkook. He felt inspired by the song sometimes, Jungkook was after all his biggest inspiration. As he walked, he passed by a park, his eyes falling on a girl.

“날 바라보는 희미한 미소 뒤편에(Behind the faint smile looking at me)”

As he looked over her features, he felt as if he was falling into a warm void of butterflies, eyes not leaving her figure. Her eyes fell on him, a sparkle within them that he wanted to desperately be the reason for. A soft smile graced her lips, the sight of it temporarily making all his heavy heartedness fade away.

“아름다운 보랏빛을 그려볼래요(I want to draw a beautiful purple color)”

The soft light from the street lamp casted a faint purplish hue on her soft skin as it passed through a purple glass. He thought she just looked unreal, God really did take his time sculpting her, making sure she'd even leave angels in shame. He wanted to capture this moment forever in a song, listen to that hypnotic melody that would perfectly symphonize her smile and successfully rhyme the way her eyes sparkle like it held the whole galaxy in them.

“서로 발걸음이 안 맞을 수도 있지만(Although our steps may not match each other)”

She looked just as mesmerized, in love with the way his hair looked perfectly messy because of the rain, his shirt clinging perfectly to his built figure and the admiration overflowing in his gaze. She took slow steps closer to him before her brain could realise, and so did he. Her steps were graceful and beautiful but his were hesitant and shaky, scared of scaring her away. He was taller than her, her forehead perfectly reaching his lips which made his heart race. As she looked up at him with those sparkly eyes, he let out a shaky breath, unable to deny the somersaults his heart was performing.

“그대와 함께 이 길을 걷고 싶어요(I want to walk this road with you)”

He felt himself involuntarily wrap his arms around her waist, his breath uneven which worsens when she wraps her arms around his neck gently. There's only a few inches between their faces, but one thing was clear for him, maybe he found a muse, maybe he wouldn't be lost anymore, maybe he found a solace in his internal and eternal storm. Their lips slowly meet, a soft exchange of feelings between strangers, an admission of love between complete aliens that knew this feeling was just right.