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"What??! The only rhapsody you've heard is Bohemian Rhapsody?" The stranger (now known as Kim Seokjin) scolded Chaerin for her lack of knowledge about "the epitome of good music." His uproarious windshield-wiper laugh seemed to shake the entire world. It shook Chaerin's world, at least.

Chaerin now realized that the Seokjin was not a statue at all; he only looked like one. Behind the perfectly crafted exterior lived a state-of-the-art boisterous teenager.

"Listen, you can make fun of my tastes in music all you want. You can make fun of my "Vocaloid" playlists, you can judge me all you want for listening to anime openings, but you absolutely cannot form such an insult that the only rhapsody I know is Bohemian Rhapsody!"

The animated statue paused, waiting for an example.

"...I'll have you know I listened to 'Another One Bites the Dust' at least two times!"

...And back to the laughing.

"Seriously," Seokin wiped away stray tears, "first you tell a colorblind person their book full of colors is the color of a song, and now you say haven't heard any other rhapsody! Why'd you even say 'Bohemian Rhapsody' anyway?"

Chaerin thought about lying to him but decided to answer honestly, "Because it's a very colorful song. One minute, it's rock, one minute, it's a ballad. Every time I listen to it, colors swirl my vision and my feelings. Even though I'm sure I've listened to this song twelve-million times, I still get surprised when a line I haven't really thought about before suddenly strikes a chord. Your book is like that too."

"Wow, okay, Miss Edgar Allan Poe, thank you for the TedTalk."

They sat in silence as Seokjin fought fits of giggles.

Chaerin didn't know it, but deep down, Seokjin let those words simmer and etch themselves into his heart.

Other students gave her and her newly acquainted friend odd glances as they have never heard him laugh before. A rarity, Chaerin concluded. Yet, she had to admit: it sounded nice. It was unique--it was special.

Just like her, and just like him.