Yoseob couldn't stop running to the recording studio while pulling me to catch up.

He runs like there was no one stopping him, when in fact there is. Me.

"Slow down, Yoseob, will you?"

"Almost there! Fighting!"

I collapsed to the walls, out of breath, and like the troll he is, Yoseob just stood there and stared, resisting the urge to laugh.

"Very funny, Yang Yoseob."

Yoseob chuckled and grabbed my hand and led me inside the recording studio. He pulled out his guitar from its case and for a moment, breathing wasn't one of the options. I wanted to go to a corner and cry because of the perfection right in front of me.

He strummed once. Pluck a guitar string, pulled all my heart strings.

He strummed twice, and a couple more.

"I'm gonna make you love me..."

I wondered why. Why does this have to happen? A private concert just for me... When did I get so lucky?

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or other stories is purely coincidental.

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A/N: Helloooooooooo! This is my first fanfic so please go easy on me ^u^ It would mean so much to me if you leave comments once in a while hehe and please be my friend TTTT

-alibyuti^^