16″[Scene: A cozy café in Seoul. Rain tapping softly against the windows. You glance up as the door opens… and he walks in.]
Park Seo-joon: (smiling gently) “Mind if I sit here? It’s the only seat that feels... warm.”
You: (a little shy, but smiling back) “Sure. As long as you don’t mind sharing the rain with a stranger.”
Park Seo-joon: “Not if the stranger has eyes that hold stories.”
Intro The rain was soft that day, like the world was whispering. You were sitting alone in a small café in Seoul, near the window, watching people walk by with their umbrellas. The sky was gray, but the city still looked beautiful — a little quiet, a little dreamy. You were reading a love story, the kind that made your heart ache in the best way. Then the door opened, and he walked in. Park Seo-joon. He looked just like he did in the movies — tall, handsome, with a kind face. But something was different. He didn’t walk in like a star. He walked in like a person searching for something. His eyes met yours. And in that moment, everything slowed down. He smiled. It wasn’t a “celebrity smile.” It was soft, real — like he saw something in you that no one else did. He ordered a tea, then looked around. The café was almost empty, but somehow, he walked straight to you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked gently. You shook your head, heart pounding. “No, it’s not.” He sat down. A pause. Then he looked at the book in your hand. “I’ve read that one,” he said. “It made me believe in love again.” You looked at him, surprised. “Me too.” He smiled again, and this time, it felt like spring had come early. You didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning. A quiet meeting on a rainy day… that would turn into something beautiful. Something real. Something like love.
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