A Love Song in Seoul

"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 the water.

One evening, Jihoon gathered his courage. He approached her at the cafe, his guitar slung over his shoulder. "You don’t know me, but I think I wrote a song about you," he said, his voice unsure but hopeful.

Mina blinked, then smiled. "Then I’d love to hear it."

As Jihoon played, the cafe hushed. His voice carried through the air, weaving a melody as soft as falling snow. The lyrics spoke of a girl who walked through the city as if she were part of its music. When he finished, Mina’s eyes glistened.

"That was beautiful," she whispered. "But you got one thing wrong."

Jihoon’s heart pounded. "What?"

She leaned in, her gaze steady. "I wasn’t waiting for a song. I was waiting for the person who would write it."

And in the heart of Seoul, under the glow of city lights, a new love story began.

                                          Written by zueyun