Suho woke up to the sound of an angelic voice. Looking at his clock, he saw that display said that it was 3 o’clock in the morning. Slowly progressing the information, Suho started to wonder were the voice he woke up to came from. Just at this moment he heared it again, and realised that whoever it was, was singing a song. Still sleepy, he didn’t even worry about where the noise came from, the only thing he could think of was how beautiful the voice sounded. After listening for a few more seconds, the music stopped abruptly. Suho, finally more awake, sprung out of the bed, anxious about who the voice belonged to and how the owner got access into his appartement. After looking through his whole appartement in a hurry, Joonmyun passed his bedroom again and was able to pick up on a faint tune coming from behind his closed door. Slowly opening the door, Suho slides in the room, afraid of who will be inside. After opening the door wide enough to be able to take a peak, he is able to see… nothing. Nobody was in the room, but there was this music coming from the other side of the room. Suho wasn’t just scared of whoever sneaked into his appartement in the middle oft he night, but also curious. To whom could this voice belong to? The music touched Suho, the sad melody together with this voice made him want to cry. Nearly tripping on the way to the opposite wall, where his wardrobe and bookshelf was located, Joonmyun opened the doors of the wardrobe. No one was in there as well, so Joonmyun decided that he imagined it, since he was still sleepy and dizzy from bein