Chapter 1 is a lot better than this foreword. Do skip it if you like. It doesn't actually need to be read.

They were hoping their manager would at least get someone to teach them the basics of writing a rap. Instead, all they got was a "Here's the lyrics of the parts to be sung, here's the blank part where you add in your rap...Brainstorm before writing. Try not to take up practice time. Off you go." Talk about helpful.

"This is horrible..." Kwangmin sighed, staring at the sets of song lyrics (along with the blanks he had to fill up) written for their Lovestyle comeback in June.

"You were the one who suggested it, remember?" Minwoo nudged him.

 "We're high, we're right, we're high, we don't stop, we're high, we're right...How do you even respond to that?" Kwangmin groaned.

"Maybe the next one will be easier..." Minwoo muttered, flipping the paper over. "No matter how long it has been, I know I..." He stopped reading it out loud as his eyes glanced over the next few lines. Something tugged at the edge of his mind and as he read the rest of the lyrics in silence, the tug grew stronger, pulling out certain images from his memory. Immediately, he struggled to push them back in, back under the surface of his consciousness, where they could not remind him of what he wanted to forget.

Wondering why Minwoo had stopped, Kwangmin continued down the page but choked at the words in the middle of the next stanza, though Minwoo seemed too preoccupied with simply staring at the lyrics to notice. The two kids whose heart hurt for the first time...The two kids who have stopped in time in the photo to cherish that moment...The words grabbed at  pieces of the past that he had tried to hide from himself. Unwelcome memories popped up one by one in his mind, memories of -

"Is that our new song? Sounds like a cliched childhood romance story. Two kids who fought and teased each other while in love. Hm." Jeongmin commented, having sneaked up from behind them while they were preoccupied.

Minwoo jumped slightly at the sudden sound of his voice. "But...Maybe there's truth..."

"...Here and there..." Kwangmin completed, shrugging and trying to shake off the horrible feeling that was threatening to overwhelm him.

Jeongmin raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Have fun writing then. Remember to make it your own!" He headed back to the practice room, leaving the two youngest members by themselves to figure out exactly how they were going to open up the past and release it upon paper, without hurting themselves again.