HANEUL reached for the acoustic guitar beside him. He'd grabbed it earlier when he first entered the practice room, choosing it from the assortment of instruments the staff had provided. This way, when it came time to sing, he could stay seated and play comfortably.
He carefully tuned the guitar, adjusting each string until it sounded correct. When he was satisfied, he looked directly into the camera. "I'll be singing [Melody of Us] by Eunha sunbae-nim."
The first chord rang out, filling the small practice room. A gentle, flowing melody followed—soft and nostalgic, like sunlight filtering through leaves. The notes lingered sweetly in the air, simple yet carrying an undercurrent of quiet longing. His fingers moved effortlessly between chords. The melody unfolding like a story told in hushed tones.
Then Haneul opened his mouth and sang. His voice, clear and tender, wove through the melody like a second instrument.
When the night feels far too endless,
