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Lee Minho is a singer known worldwide as a "hopeless romantic." His songs have always been tender, profound, and perhaps even a bit melancholic. He disliked noise, disliked loud music, but he could never find his own taste. And, as often happens, if you can't find something you like, you can make it yourself. Minho did just that, and at just 22, he's become a famous singer in Seoul and beyond.

Han Jisung was a singer who was also popular, but his genre was always so different from Lee's. Jisung's genre was a mix of rock and metal—noisy music with an electric guitar and a resonant voice that could reach even the highest notes. Reasonable.

But what was more presenting was that these two always performed after each other... Whether you believe in fate or not is not important, but Minho was sure that without the power of the Almighty, they could not cross paths so often...

—— Jisung sat in his dressing room, preparing for his performance. He held his favorite guitar, but it wasn't his flashy outfit, so the spotlight made him seem unreal and surrealistically beautiful. Afterwards, Jisung quickly retreated from the room and decided to drink coffee, no longer crossing paths with his paranoid manager. Descending to another floor of a tall building, Jisung stood at a small cooler, filling a glass of water.

"You haven't even started yelling yet, and your throat is already dry?" The sudden voice forced Jisung to turn and look ahead, where a rather disgruntled Minho stood.

"What's so irritating about you, cat? I thought you'd be happy to see me again." Jisung chuckled, leaning against the wall, the younger one stared into the brown—maybe even amber—eyes of the singer across from him.

"Good to see you? You're ridiculous." Lee snorted and tried to walk past the younger man, bumping into him with his shoulder, but Jisung moved slightly away, causing the man to fall right on top of him...