Essencesi thank you for anticipating this chapter~

@ninjakoko too!

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'So he's colorblind.' She thought, 'So what?'

There are plenty of blind artists, deaf musicians, and dyslexic writers. Irony never defeated them, and while it's a fierce opponent, it didn't seem to challenge the stranger either.

He still continued to stare at the wonderous book.

But after seemingly getting bored, Chaerin saw him pull out a sketchpad and lightly sketch a flower. Six petals, as graceful as him, a slender stem, and a pistil looking as if it were a flower of its own.

Chaerin quickly shot the heavens a dirty look for pouring too many good attributes for this stranger. For the flower was gorgeous -- as elegant and lifelike as its creator.

Instead of mulling over his good genes and talents, she shoved her headphones into her ears and blasted her favorite song, Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?"

Instantly, her nerves calmed. Freddie Mercury filled her ears, her mouth, and every inch of her. It drowned away anxieties and everything that wasn't needed.

She didn't feel like herself whenever she listened to that song: she felt like a person who could actually achieve their dreams, someone who didn't feel so much like a failure.

"I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy."

The song made her a different person. It melted away her worries and only left a warm glow within. It seemingly had also given her a new pair of feet, for she found herself walking toward the stranger and sitting down beside him.

The song played on, "Because it's easy come, easy go."

Perhaps she had imagined it, but she saw the stranger throw a furtive glance.

"Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me..."

"To me," the stranger suddenly sang out in a soft, ethereal voice, finishing the verse.

It was no mistake: the human-sculpture crafted to perfection had not only known her favorite song but had sung along as well. But how could've he known?

As if he read her mind, he held up the end of her headphone jack, clearly not connected to Chaerin's phone.

Instead of saying anything, the odd duo simply listened to the music, letting each molecule they possessed soak in the nihilistic remedies.

"What's your name?"

"Kim Seokjin."

"Lee Chaerin."

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ngl this chapter kinda suck- 

I'll work harder tho i promise!