Peninsula: I created the golden age of girl groups

"Kim Tae-yeon, wake up!"

Taeyeon silently told herself, trying to dispel the inexplicable daze and the slight heat on her face.

She didn't know what was wrong with her; this feeling came on completely out of the blue.

Perhaps... it's because the pressure I've been under lately has been just too much?

Otherwise, she wouldn't have sneaked out after practice yesterday; in the end, it was just to vent the negative emotions that had been building up inside her.

Various sounds could still be heard intermittently from the kitchen.

It's the sound of ingredients rinsing in clear water, the clash of a knife against a cutting board, and the gentle gurgling of liquid being poured...

These sounds are not noisy.

Instead, they blend together to create an orderly rhythm full of life.

In a daze, the restlessness in Taeyeon's heart seemed to be miraculously soothed by this sound.

She gradually calmed down, and a glimmer of expectation even began to sprout in her heart.

What could Senior Jiang Yuhe have been talking about...?

……

Perhaps it was because I had been sitting for a long time and maintained the same posture.

Suddenly, Taeyeon felt a sharp cramp in her calf.

She quickly and subtly moved her toes, straightened her back, and adjusted her posture slightly.

Her gaze followed, taking in the space that was completely unfamiliar to her.

The first thing that catches the eye is the glass coffee table in front of the sofa.

And on the coffee table, bound documents were casually spread out.

Black and white on white paper.

The edges were also slightly curled due to frequent flipping.

You can also see marks made with different colored markers, as well as some handwritten, scribbled notes.

Kim Tae-yeon's curiosity was instantly piqued.

She first glanced quickly toward the kitchen.

Behind the glass door, only a blurry figure could be vaguely seen, busy inside.

They probably won't be out anytime soon.

Seeing this, Taeyeon secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, like a kitten, it slowly moved towards the coffee table.

Leaning slightly forward, he tried to read the words printed on the cover.

Coffee Prince.

Kim Tae-yeon's eyes widened instantly.

She had actually heard of this show.

After all, it was adapted from a well-known novel, so it became widely popular among trainees.

But... why would there be this script in Senior Jiang Yuhe's house?

Could his true identity be something other than a variety show personality and musician...?

Or is she...an actress?

Upon realizing this, Kim Tae-yeon was slightly shocked.

However, as soon as the thought popped into her head, Jiang Yuhe's sharply defined face flashed through her mind again.

Given his looks and physique, it wouldn't be surprising if he actually went into acting...

However, her good upbringing prevented her from reaching out to look through the pages.

Even though it feels like a kitten is constantly scratching at my heart.

She tried her best to sit up straighter, but her gaze kept drifting uncontrollably toward the script.

I'm still... a little curious!

She turned her gaze back to the present, forcibly gathering her thoughts.

and many more……

Just then, her gaze suddenly paused, and then... slowly turned back.

Beneath the script, there seemed to be several scattered sheets of white paper, covered with writing, lines, and... symbols?

Is it sheet music?

Kim Tae-yeon felt her heart start pounding wildly.

She glanced at the kitchen again, as if she were a thief.

The reassuring gurgling sound still came from the kitchen, as if the water was boiling in the pot.

Upon seeing this, the thought of "taking another look" in her mind instantly grew wildly like weeds.

Although I already knew from Teacher Yu Yongzhen that Senior Jiang Yuhe was a musician.

But as a vocal powerhouse, she has a natural affinity for music and melody.

"Just one look... really, just one look," she said silently to herself.

His body moved very slowly, once again toward the coffee table.

He stretched his neck slightly and strained his eyes to glance in that direction.

Finally, she could see a small section of text peeking out from the paper.

It's handwritten Korean; the handwriting isn't particularly neat, but it's legible.

내가바보같아서바라볼수밖에만없는건아마도…

(I was like a fool, just staring blankly at you, maybe because...)

외면할지도모를네마음과……

(Your heart, perhaps deliberately avoiding me, and...)

또그래서더멀어질사이가될까봐…

(Or perhaps it's fear that we'll become even more distant because of this...)

It's obvious that this is a lyric.

Above the text, there is also a melody outline hastily written in simplified musical notation.

Although it was only a few words, Kim Tae-yeon was instantly struck by the bitterness and sorrow contained within them.

In particular, the internal struggles and contradictions that permeated it made her feel a sudden surge of empathy...

Although she didn't know where this feeling came from.

Perhaps it's just an innate...emotional resonance?

Subconsciously, she began to hum the lyrics softly, matching them to the sheet music, in her still hoarse voice.

There was no accompaniment; it was just a cappella singing.

Her voice was soft and faint, almost inaudible in the empty living room.

Yet it seemed to possess its own melody, plaintive and sorrowful, and even she herself seemed to be completely immersed in this emotion at that moment.

"I'm like a fool... I can only stare blankly at you..."

She murmured to herself, momentarily lost in thought.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she suddenly realized what was happening, quickly turned her head, and glanced guiltily at the kitchen.

Thankfully, the broth was still bubbling gently, which was incredibly reassuring.

so close!

She gently patted her chest, then looked back at the coffee table.

These few lyrics alone stirred her heart even more, making her even more eager to know the full melody of the song and the story behind it.

The demons in my heart began to whisper again.

Just one look... just one complete look...

Taeyeon bit her lower lip and moved slightly closer to the coffee table.

This time, she reached out her hand, her fingertips trembling, and carefully moved the script off the sheet music.

The paper underneath was visible.

The lyrics and musical scores were still handwritten, with obvious corrections next to some sentences, followed by large blank spaces.

Clearly, the entire work is not yet finished.

Although a hint of disappointment welled up inside her, Taeyeon was as if bewitched, completely falling for her again.

My eyes greedily scanned all the words, while I silently hummed along in my mind.

Soon, she was once again captivated by that unfinished world, her gaze vacant, and she became somewhat lost in thought.

"Taeyeon?"

Jiang Yuhe's voice suddenly rang out.

Kim Tae-yeon was startled, only to realize with horror that she had unknowingly gripped the piece of paper with the lyrics written on it tightly in her hand.

Jiang Yuhe, holding a small, steaming bowl, stood to the side, looking at her with a surprised expression.

Oh no, I got caught red-handed peeking at other people's things.

Kim Tae-yeon's face immediately flushed red, and she looked completely at a loss.

Looking at the panicked Taeyeon, Kang Woo-hyuk couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.

He walked over carrying the stew pot, his gaze falling on the paper she was holding, and asked with a smile, "How is it?"

"I mean... um, this song."

Kim Tae-yeon paused for two seconds, and seeing that Kang Woo-hyuk didn't seem to have any intention of blaming her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes...it's a very good song. The melody feels very delicate...and the emotions conveyed by the lyrics are very fitting and moving."

"pity……"

She paused, her face full of regret, "It's a pity it wasn't finished."

"Yes, it's just started, it's only half-finished."

Jiang Yuhe nodded. "Perfect timing. Teacher Yu Yongzhen said you have the most talent when it comes to singing. Why don't you listen to me later and give me some feedback?"

"I...can I?" Kim Tae-yeon suddenly raised her head, her face filled with disbelief.

"Of course!" Jiang Yuhe nodded firmly, then changed the subject, "But before that..."

"You have to drink this first."