Lee Hyung-Jin stared at Woo-Jin, confused by the latter’s statement. Woo-Jin took the speakers from his hands and put them away in their containers before explaining himself.

“I really love your songs, especially Comma. I’m only helping out since I’m concerned my favorite singer will get tired. This much is normal for a fan, you know?”

Lee Hyung-Jin stood still at Woo-Jin’s words. Without even realizing it, tears began rolling down his cheeks. He finally realized how nice and satisfying it felt to be called a singer, to be told that someone loved the songs he wrote and sang.

***

“Chae Woo-Jin calls Lee Hyung-Jin ‘my favorite singer.’”

CEO Jang Soo-Hwan shivered as he read the title of the news article.

“Can you see the goosebumps on my skin?”

CEO Jang pulled back his sleeves and showed his forearm to Woo-Jin as he shivered again. He even clicked his tongue, asking why Woo-Jin had to say something as cringy as ‘my favorite singer.’ Saying that he would’ve chosen a more sophisticated phrase, mocked Woo-Jin’s linguistic skills. Yet, he couldn’t actually come up with a better phrase on the spot.

“I don’t think that’s something you can say. After all, didn’t your eyes get swollen from crying too much when you saw the video of Hyung-Jin hyung?” Woo-Jin said in return.

This time, Jang Soo-Hwan could only awkwardly clear his throat at...