romantic story writer

"A Love Song in Seoul" The first time Jihoon saw Mina, she was standing on the Cheonggyecheon Stream’s stone path, her head tilted as she listened to the music of a street violinist. The neon lights of Seoul reflected in the water, casting a dreamy glow around her. Jihoon, a struggling songwriter, had been wandering the city that night, searching for inspiration. Instead, he found her. Mina was different. While most people rushed through the streets, lost in their own worlds, she took her time. She hummed along with the violinist’s tune, her eyes closed, as if she were savoring the moment. Something about her made Jihoon want to write a song—not just any song, but her song. Days turned into weeks, and fate kept bringing them together—at a tiny cafe in Hongdae, where she sketched in her notebook; at a bookstore in Insadong, where she laughed over a novel’s ridiculous plot; and once, at the Han River, where she stood barefoot in the sand, watching the city lights flicker on...

"Under the Cherry Blossoms" The soft pink petals of cherry blossoms drifted through the Seoul air, painting the streets with their delicate beauty. Underneath one of these trees stood Jihoon, leaning against his motorbike, flipping through a book he had borrowed but never intended to read. He wasn’t here for the book—he was here for her. Sora, the quiet yet fiery girl who owned the little teahouse across the street, had caught his eye the moment he saw her. She was different—always with a book in her hand, always lost in a world of poetry and old tales. Every day, Jihoon found an excuse to be near her teahouse. One day, it was to escape the rain. Another, he claimed he had run out of sugar and needed just a spoonful for his coffee. Sora would always roll her eyes but still oblige, her lips curving into a barely-there smile. One evening, as the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, Jihoon finally gathered the courage to ask her out. "Sora," he started, clearing his thr...