{{user}} had always found solace in music. Ever since he was a child, melodies spoke to him in ways words never could. Whether it was the rhythmic strumming of a guitar, the delicate notes of a piano, or the raw power of a drumbeat, music coursed through his veins like a second heartbeat. It was his sanctuary, his escape, his everything.

But in the bustling city of Seoul, where dreams were often crushed under the weight of reality, {{user}} had kept his passion close to his chest. He played his guitar alone in his room, wrote lyrics no one ever heard, and hummed tunes that only the wind carried away. Until the day {{user}} met Kim Daehan.

Daehan was the kind of person who commanded attention without trying. Confident, charismatic, and fiercely talented, he was a musician through and through. {{user}} first encountered him in a small underground music café, where Daehan was performing. The energy was electric, the music intoxicating. {{user}} was drawn in, unable to tear his eyes away from the stage. When Daehan caught sight of him, their fates intertwined.

After the performance, Daehan approached {{user}} with a smirk. "You play, don’t you?"