“Wake up! Hey dude!!! Oi!!” An unfamiliar voice shouted. SeungWan heard someone was calling out to him and he felt someone slapping him on his cheeks. SeungWan’s eyes fluttered open, his eyes adjusted to the surrounding striking light that seems like piercing in his eyes.

“Am I dead?” SeungWan asks the most typical question one would ask after an attempt

“Thank god you are alive!!” The stranger heaves a sigh of relief as SeungWan regains his conscious. The stranger continues to blabber some sentences, but they never enter SeungWan’s ears or mind.

‘I’m alive?’ SeungWan was reluctant to hear the words but deep inside he felt a spark. A tiny spark of happiness. Just then he felt the pang in his head again.

“Argh!!!” SeungWan groans in pain as he clutches onto his head. He shut his eyes tight and used his hand and pound at the side of his head.

“Is there something wrong?!” The owner of the voice panics seeing how much SeungWan was suffering. “Hey!!”

“M-My... H—” SeungWan struggled to get the words out of his mouth.

“What is it that you are saying?!” The stranger’s voice got louder as she leans in closer.

SeungWan opens his eyes and looks around. His vision was blurry. He could hardly make out anything he was seeing. All he was able to see was a guy before him, seemingly around the same age. He was drench from head to toe. The tip of his hair still has droplets of water dripping from it. SeungWan figured out that he was the one that saves him before he loses his conscious to the pain.

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SeungWan woke up in the moonlight lit, unfamiliar room. His head doesn’t seem to hurt as much. His vision was definitely clearer. He looks around the unfamiliar room, spotting a wide variety of musical instruments, similar to his yet different. An acoustic guitar. A keyboard. A harmonica. And a flute. There was also a studio microphone. From it, he deduces that the owner must have been someone with similar interest to him. He got out of the bed and settle himself in front of the keyboard. Lightly feeling the black and white keys on it.

A stream of music notes then came into his mind. He got his hands on the keys and started playing. A song special to him. Special to her…

As the music came to an end, a voice now slightly familiar voice commented, “That’s a beautiful son