Pulling the table quietly closer towards the couch, Junhyung laid the sheets of music paper on it's surface. It was page upon page of his scrawly writing and lyrics that didn't make sense, music that felt right in his heart but not in his mind. He wanted to get someone else's opinion, someone else's thoughts but he was too shy to show anyone. He's written songs before but he was always a bit embarrassed when it came to his rough drafts. Letting out a sigh, he leaned back in the couch and stared at the sheets.











