You stared at his face which was only few inches from yours. He was settling one of his earphones into your earlobe, letting you hear what he has been listening to since the both of you got into the bus. He looked---- softer.

"Auntie Kim told me that my Mom really likes this song," he explained, "I thought it was one of those boring old songs. But now I know why she does. Nice one, isn't it?" You met his eyes and nodded.

"What's the title?"

"Fate."