Chunhee's steps were light. As he watched Yujin play that piano like some kind of ethereal being, Chunhee's mind began to halt and in an instant, it turned into a complete mush – like rice cake that had been formed strangely it stuck on your fingers and you didn't even notice. Or forgot to.
Perhaps, it was because he was too familiar with this scene. He had seen it multiple times before.
Yujin had always loved music. Right from the first life until their sixth life, Yujin had always played some kind of instrument and whenever he did, Chunhee was there to see and listen to him play. Like some kind of spell, Chunhee would always fall in a daze, deeply enthralled by the melody Yujin produced.
Unknowingly, Chunhee had already stepped inside the space. He didn't know why but a part of him wanted to move closer and closer to the sound. But before he could further take another step, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
