In the street was October.

Hurricane of yellow leaves flying over a brisk Seoul.

Sungmin was in good spirits: he finally decided to take lessons on the piano in the near Music Institute.

In admiration the guy wandering the corridors in search of class.

Then he caught someone's singing coming from the nearest audience.

Sungmin of curiosity began to approach the audience, from which came the singing.The guy in pleasure closed his eyes and continued to listen, his lips moving in unison with the words of the song.

Sungmin did not feel anything but angelic singing, and even for some time has forgotten about his classes.The guy decided to look for the one who sings it so beautifully, and stood on tiptoe.

In the empty auditorium was only one person: a young man of twenty years of old with disheveled hair and pale skin.

Sungmin fascinated watching his every move, and muttered: "He looks like an angel .. I fall in love with your voice ..."

Suddenly singing stranger stopped singing and turned to Sungmin.

He immediately blushed and hurried to hide behind a corner.

Heard quiet footsteps.

Sungmin embarrassed even further and decided to finally go to his classes.

"I wish I could meet him again ..." only one phrase swirled in his head.