You remembered the first time that you met Wonpil. Well, technically speaking, you didn't meet him. More like heard him play. You were 17 and it was your first piano competition where you had to compete against overseas competitors. You've been in numerous competition before but the thought of this one had you trembling in fear. Oh, how much you wished you could just slink back into the shadows and not do this but standing behind the curtains now, you knew that was not an option. All you could do right now is pray that you don't screw up later on stage. The boy in front of you was obviously from a foreign land; you could tell from the way he introduced himself to the audience in your mother tongue. It wasn't perfect but you'll give him credit for trying.
The boy then settled himself in front of the grand piano and when he started playing, you knew it was game over for the rest of you. How on earth could anyone in this hall best that? The answer was none. His fingers glided across the keys gracefully, as if the keys were made specially for him. He was in complete control of the piece, bending and shaping it to his will. It was still a classical piece nonetheless but if you listened closely you would be able to hear a set rhythm layered underneath all the changing dynamics his piece required. You could clearly imagine a guitar accompanying this piece; like he would sound great if he was placed into a rock band. It was marvellous how he managed to blend the modern with classic - retaining the orginal flavour of the piece but still managing to make it his own. When he ended, the entire hall waited in bated breath before erupting into a standing ovation for him. He bowed multiple times to the adoring crowd and his ears grew redder by the second. Said boy half ran off the stage out of embarassment and when he finally came backstage standing right in front of you, you swore you've never seen such a good-looking person before. His angular features transformed into a sweet smile before he showed you two thumbs ups, silently cheering you on. You smiled back, his encouragement giving you that little extra boost that you needed. 
When he stepped down from the podium later on to walk towards you, you remembered his first words to you. 
"Hi hello."
And that was how it all started.
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Turning the tables around, it was now your turn to visit Wonpil's home - Korea, for an competition. Over the years you've become close friends with Wonpil, video-calling one another and sharing clips of one another playing with each other. You tried learning Korean for his sake but you were pretty hopeless at it. Whenever he tried to teach you over the screen, he would always end up laughing at your horrible pronounciation and broken sentences than actually teaching you. Eventually you threw your books down and decided to learn from Korean dramas instead but that wasn't particularly helpful - now all you knew were a 100 ways to profess your love for someone in Korean. Now that you were here, of course he had offered to bring you around. 
When he first saw you at the airport, he let out the widest smile and squealed a little before running to engulf you in a giant teddy bear hug. You squeezed him back hard, showing how glad you were to see him with your actions instead of words. After letting you go, he went on rapidly about all the amazing places he