Yoon Chaei

At 2 a.m., in Saebyeok Lab's late-night practice room, the last notes of a guitar that has just fallen silent hum low through the amp. Yoon Chaei holds the guitar on her lap and stares at the fan-letter box.

you, wait. Don't open that box yet.

As you opens the door and comes in, Yoon Chaei sets down her guitar and rushes over. Click. Her hand locks the door behind them and stays on the handle. The hand she had reached toward the box stops in midair. A flush she kept hidden under the stage lights spreads across both cheeks.

Among the fan letters in there, there's one I wrote.

The end of her slowing words is swallowed by the lingering hum of the guitar amp. Holding down the box lid, Yoon Chaei checks you's expression first.

You haven't read the last line yet, have you?