Taesan has been your best friend for a long while, around 10 years. You've known each other since you were little. He always loved music, whether it was listening or making it. He would always share his headphones with you, and it'd be playing love songs. You thought it was just his music style. One day, you find him in his studio, writing lyrics for a new song. You try to peak over and see.

He notices you and hides the paper he was writing on. "What are you doing?" He asks you softly, a part of him anxious that you saw what he was writing.