In Which
He wants to buy her guitar.
or
In which
Her guitar brings them together.
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In a forgotten corner of the city sits a little record shop, filled with dusty shelves, the scent of coffee, and the girl who keeps it alive. She's twenty-tw...
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˙˖ ༘ ⋆｡°"I'm out here, blue What to do?"˖˚₊‧⁺˖
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By the time we reached the Echo Room, I was mentally writing my will.
This was a terrible idea. Bringing Jay here? Into my space? The one place that wasn't invaded by his smug comments or his glossy, "I was born with a trust fund" energy? It was like putting an oil spill into a koi pond.
The alley leading up to the door was dim, lined with old brick, music faintly pulsing from inside. I clutched my guitar case like it was a shield, glaring at him.
"Stop glaring," he said, smooth as butter. "You look like you're sneaking me into a mob meeting."
"You wish," I muttered.
"I don't think mobs hang out in cozy music bars," he added, glancing at the glowing sign. "Unless you're secretly laundering money in here. In which case, that explains why you can afford to reject my perfectly reasonable guitar offers."
I stopped dead in the alley. "Reasonable? Reasonable?! You offered to pay in cash like some black-market organ dealer. Do you hear yourself?"
He smirked. "That was a compliment. Cash is elegant."
I groaned so hard it echoed off the walls.
Inside, the Echo Room was buzzing. Yellow string lights glowed overhead, music hummed low, and Jinwoo stood behind the bar, drying glasses like always. The small stage sat waiting, guitar mics coiled, the air already scented with fried food and spilt soda.
And at our usual table in the corner? Nari and Minhee.
The second they saw me, Nari waved like she was directing planes to land. Minhee, of course, raised her glass and smirked knowingly, because she was Minhee.
But then both pairs of eyes landed on Jay.
"Ohhh," Minhee purred, dragging out the word like a bad soap opera actress. "So this is him."
Jay gave a perfect, toothy smile, like he was used to boardrooms and press photos. "Jay. Pleasure."
Nari nearly fell out of her chair. "Oh my god. He's so—he's so tall!"
"Don't," I hissed, dropping into the seat between them like a human barricade.
Minhee leaned across me, eyes twinkling. "And handsome. And polite. And... wait—he's rich, isn't he?"
I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. "Please. For the love of all things good. Stop."
Jay chuckled, low and infuriatingly smooth. "I like your friends already."
