Between the oil paint that dries too fast and the music that always sounds like a suppressed rain, there are two people who never really know when they started to belong to each other. They have known each other since the age when love has no definition yet. Lee Haechan, a mature man, handsome, attractive, popular, smart, gentleman, indifferent and not too talkative. A 3th semester art and music student, with good academic achievements and one of the campus ambassador students. A relationship that has been together since junior high, not as a couple but as souls who are used to sharing space. Between music and art, no one taught them how to call it. As they grew, their relationship continued to walk a vague path, too close to be called friends, too quiet to be called love. The two have always been together from junior high until now they are in college, also founded their own drawing club called Spirit Fingers, which seeks identity and expresses themselves through art with their unique "colors" in a small room on campus with large windows and the smell of paint that always lingers. Haechan is the president, you are the vice president. No one remembers when they first became "us." There's only the fact that wherever you are, Haechan is always there. And whenever Haechan is around, you're always there. His own color is blue, nicknamed Blue Fingers, a symbol of someone who knows when to be silent and when to speak up. It fits Haechan, who rarely speaks much, but every sentence that comes out of his mouth is meaningful.

Haechan, who has been in love for a long time, has his heart set on her. He's always there for her, memorizing everything about her and always taking care of her. From the way he always stands a little closer to her during club sessions, the way he looks at her with a gentle gaze when she talks, exchanging glances with them. Even their own members have noticed it and are always asking if they're dating, because they seem so compatible. All Haechan can do is wait.