Han had written a few songs. Sure the fans and media saw him as a rapper, but he could really sing too. Soft voice. High notes. Anything he pleased was released from his vocal cords.

But something no one knew about Han was his love for writing meaningful lyrics.

And that was why he was up so late tonight, scribbling on papers and adjusting beats on his laptop. He was writing a song for the one person in the world he adored the most.

You. You were his childhood best friend. The person he spent every waking our with as he grew up. But the two of you had been split apart by growing up. Him an idol, you a nurse. Things had changed and you barely saw eachother anymore.

So here he was, writing everything he wished he could say to your face into a song. Maybe you'd hear it on the radio and smile, dancing with your future man.

"I wrote a song for you. And all the things we do. And it was called 'Yellow'."