"Do it for me."

Wonsik looked at Taekwoon with eager eyes as the other looked away, gulping. 

Please say yes...

Taekwoon got flashbacks of his last performance where he stopped midway because he saw his mother hanging.

There's no way I can...

He was just about to say it when his eyes met with Wonsik's...

I Need You... Is what Wonsik's eyes were... begging him.

Taekwoon swallowed the lump in his throat as his eyes softened. 

"Okay.... I'll try."

Wonsik sat in his room alone that night, re-reading his composition.

The music that he felt satisfied with not even a day ago, were not worth his time anymore.

The voice echoing repeatedly in his mind wasn't hers anymore.

It was Taekwoon's.

And so, he threw away all the hardwork which took weeks for him and started afresh. 

He closed his eyes, breathing in, feeling at peace with what he was about to compose.

And started writing vigorously on the paper. 

It was 2 AM.

The time Taekwoon was supposed to be ushered to Wonsik's room for their practice.

But nobody came.

 Where is he?.. He thought as he bounced his leg in impatience.

However, he made his way to the other's door. 

He knocked a few times, but there was no answer.

He opened it, just a bit. "Excuse me, I'm only knocking because you didn't come out in time so..." he popped his head in just to see a very busy Wonsik, writing so fast you'd think he's scribbling as scritch scratch noises of the pen bruising the paper filled the silence in the room.

"Ahem, excuse me. Hey... aren't we going to rehearse?" Taekwoon tried to get the other's attention with no success.

I just want to wave my hand in front of him. He's super focused. Taekwoon thought as he watched the other.

He kept watching until he realised he was staring, a focused Wonsik was attractive too and he blushed lightly, smiling.

Wow... This is really weird... Taekwoon thought as he didn't let his smile fall this time, because the feeling in his chest, running through his veins, made him feel light and pure. Maybe... I've come down with something....I always feel nervous when I'm around him. It's not a bad feeling... It actually feels nice. I'm getting goosebumps... He lifted a hand over his own chest, feeling his racing heart. I've never felt this way before.

It was until early morning, when the sun started to rise, colouring the sky in orange, yellow and a slight hue of purple to signal the dawn appearing over the horizon, that Wonsik stopped composing. 

Keeping his pen down, he stretched and as he did so, he caught a view of someone's feet near the side of his desk.

He stood up and looke