I got it, I must play it. 

 She reached music practice room during break time, entering in hurry.
 

As for an obedient student who religiously spent the time to its-supposed-to-be, Seo Hyun always used her break school hours for exactly taking lunch calmly, at canteen, or at her desk. But, not for now. Not for the rush melody circling and bumping inside her head right now, impatiently craving to be voiced. 

My first composition, my own song creation.

She then gently set her body down on a small seat in front of the center grand piano. Excitedly placing the sheets forwards, she took a deep breath to begin pressing her very first note.

That was before her stealing eyes fell onto a figure at the corner of the room. 

Frowning, she got off and came over.

On the desk, head buried into hands exactly on the table position, she just could examine this guy’s short hair. An unknown guy, napping in tranquility. Peacefully calm, like nothing would interfere him.

Seo Hyun seeked his face, but it was also hiddened by his circle entire hands.

“Anneyong?” She greeted for no response. Clearing , he tried second attempt by raising up her tone, “Anneyong haseyo.”

Silent.

She snorted. Should I bomb this guy?

A bit annoyed yet uneasy because she would probably make a noise for his dreaming world, and feeling unfree to play, she backed off. Her mischievous eagerness drove her mind to take-it-easy action: ignoring. 

Just piano sound, not loud enough to wake this guy up. Well, boy, who did allow you to take a nap here? 

So she pressed the tuts, mingled with her piano, being its soulmate when swimming into melody pool. She paused then, correcting one to two notes when found it false, she righted the anharmony melody to the harmony ones, here and there. Then she attempted again, voicing to check the sounds. 

For more than good thirty minutes. She then gradually got a little depressed, a bit tired when her notes didn’t come to what she expected early. Sounded bland, yet disorganized, unmelodious.

She suddenly jerked when seeing a swaying hand taking up her on-playing-score blatantly, hold the content in serious gaze. She looked up to see the owner, and found a guy who came from.. She blinked. Mind blanked. Cursing her first impression. 

This guy’s nose went forward engraving a manly shape that could stand the time to halt for savoring him, sharp chin covering his incredible tight jaw, stern eyes stabbing smoothly, a captivatable, irresistable guy. For his look. And a half-messy hair framed his powerful face.. wait, is he a napping guy?

“Pencil.” He handed off his another hand, give her a sign. 

Seo Hyun was too confused for blurting any words. 

“Give me a pencil.” He repeated.

Then she followed dutifully, awkwardly.

The next minute, her widened eyes were going to completely pop out while examining him scoring out her own music composing sheets by her own pencil. Unheartily, rudely. He put notes on the new bars, fast and familiar hand movement running all over the score. Making one black circle below a stick, some with flag on the top, then written down rhytm sign, key sign.. His hands are running lightly.

She gaped, but strangely couldn’t do anything except watching, and examining him, craving to shout ‘what the hell are you doing to my work? Stop it, stranger, moron!’, but stupidly she just found herself throwing amazing gaze combined with a circle mouth. 

This guy looked as a real 10-years-experienced-senior-composer-master, as the way he wrote the notes.

Her attention went to the whole him.

He had unusual, funny way when thinking: biting the pencil tip. That dull-unused tip one. Unconsciously, maybe to gain inspiration for somewhere. For the whatever the reasons she could think that biting pencil was exactly a dirty habit since bacteria might come to attack your mouth, she liked it. His style while biting pencil on lateral view. A lot.

Three minutes passed unbelieavably faster.

“Try.” 

He gave the finished-and-full-of-corrections-notes score back to her, gaining her gawkiness. 

She gulped while receiving, nervously played the notes right after.

As the melody run, her awkward walking fingers changing tuts into an enchantment from left to the right, swaying the jump notes. Like magic, her brain gradually appeared a sudden amazement, then her heart screamed, cried in astonishment. The feeling grew up smoothly, the melody talked, and truly voiced to her, not just sounding. 

It told. It’s life.

She shouted inwardly.