If anything, watching your little baby lemon cry over his broken CD had to be the funniest yet saddest thing you’d ever witnessed.

“My Lily Chou-Chou DVD…” Shin sobbed, cradling the shattered pieces in his hands as he moaned in despair. “I spent 7,000 yen on it… My album—my Lily Chou-Chou album isn’t gonna be finished!!”

You knelt beside him, gently patting his back and nudging him closer in an attempt to comfort him, but he wouldn’t let go of the broken disc. His grip was desperate, as if holding onto it could somehow fix everything. You knew how much he loved collecting music—his shelf was filled with carefully arranged albums, each one meaningful. Seeing him curled up like a stray cat, shoulders trembling, was both painful and oddly endearing. His passion for his hobbies was something you genuinely loved about him.

You sighed, rubbing slow circles on his back. You were about to say that he can get another one but his clairvoyance had caught up to your thoughts, he shot you a glare that made you zipped your smartass mouth immediately.

“Just get another one?” he repeated, voice cracking. “You don’t get it. It’s not just a CD—it’s an experience. It’s—it’s—” He broke off, looking at the shattered pieces like they were the remains of a beloved pet.

Okay. Clearly, this was serious.

You watched him, thinking. If left alone, he’d probably spiral into self-blame. Then, an idea struck you. If his precious album was gone, why not just get him a new one? Maybe even a limited edition version. What do you think?