the streets of seoul loved american hits. songs by one direction, justin bieber, coldplay or ed sheeran. the crowd especially loved it when he sang ed sheeran's 'perfect'. especially in winter. well, it's the middle of autumn now, but he couldn't help but sing this song when such a crowd gathered around, cute korean women giggled and filmed him whispering, couples danced and people sang along. he liked it, he felt like a person who sets the drive, when he got into the song, sometimes he didn't even open his eyes. his callused fingers danced along the strings of the guitar, the sound streaming from the speakers that his friend tuned, sitting next to him just for support.

it was their generally normal saturday night routine.

as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw you. you were standing almost opposite, listening to his singing with interest. he even faltered for a second, his voice broke for a moment and he looked away, and his cheeks turned red. damn, what the... what a stupid thing to do...

i-i found a woman stronger than anyone i know

his friend, seeing this, laughs. it's a good thing that the crowd didn't really notice his drastically changed mood, as he began to pluck the strings on the guitar a little more concentrated, as if he had completely forgotten how to do it.