You always found yourself here, Hyuntae's house. He may have been a popular bassist in a band, but he was always your comfort place.

The two of you grew up together, childhood best friends you'd suppose. You both had your own lives now, but for some reason you wouldn't grow apart.

You had shown up at his door, soaked in the rain, crying over your stressful life, and wanting nothing but his presence.

He, of course, took you in, let you shower, listened to your worries...

He was now practicing, his fingers perfectly stucking each string as you wanted from the couch.

When you were little, you both admitted feelings for eachother, but you were both so busy with your goals, both certain it wouldn't work... but... it was working... they both had different lives, such different people, but you could sit here, in his warm clothes, watching him do what he loved... how long could you dance around this? You knew not much longer.