Possible

Fic

Singular

The first story is

Song Fic

It also takes a very long time.

This song, Sin's voice is very clear. It sounded like it was floating in the air.

Please read and leave a comment. If there is anything that should be improved, please suggest. :)

Thank you very much.

PeppermintMint

Songs to welcome the festival of happiness A festival where people buy things to decorate their homes or give to someone special. Thousands of tiny lights adorn the trees and streets. Many shops are open late at night. The sound of people talking on the street This makes this area not lonely even though it's almost 10 p.m.

The small figure of a young graphic designer walks down the street. Because the work that had just finished an hour ago caused him to come home late. But another reason why he hadn't returned home at this time was the atmosphere of this place. Christmas tree with twinkling lights The cold air made some people tighten their gray scarves even more. Before walking to see the surrounding atmosphere of this place.

“Nat doesn't have to speak at all. You're almost half an hour late."

“Nat, I'm sorry, please don't be angry. Let's go for a walk.”

The sound of a young man and a young woman arguing near the Christmas tree caused Sincere to turn and look away.

Arguments like this probably happen to every couple. But it hasn't happened to him in a long time, since he graduated. It's not because he hates or fears love in any way. But because he chose Choose people to come into your life. And do you think that people who walk in and ask for their number will have that chance?

Yes, those people have negative scores since doing that. Because of this? This young man chose to spend his life with his family instead.

"Haha...Oh, okay. I'll go wait in front of you." Someone took out the latest model of phone and answered before walking out.

The day the sky didn't look good. It might make some people feel afraid.

Afraid that love isn't real

Love became further and further away.

“Why your song? Why does love seem so unrequited?” asked the voice of the guitarist who had been working together for a while.

A thin young man sitting at the table writing a song looked up. Buns of hair tied together with drawing pencils strewn across the table. A t-shirt with a wrinkled neck and shorts as usual for a person at home walks in on a co-worker who is scratching his guitar on the bed.

“So in real life, is love really that beautiful?” He responded with a question that made people stop listening. Yes, people's real lives are not as beautiful as in their dreams. Even in novels Cinderella was also bullied by her stepmother and older sister. The Frog Prince must also become a frog in order to find true love. And what about real life?

“Why are you so pessimistic about love?”

“Not bad at all. Just look at the truth. Does Nat think that one day Sin will have someone to love and we will be together happily forever? The story isn't that simple,” Sin said before showing the lyrics he had written. “Actually, these songs are not pessimistic. It is viewed in terms of reality.”

“Then you think again. I think love is beautiful. Love really does exist.”

"If love is beautiful Love really does exist, and where is Sin's lover? And why are people disappointed in love?”

Try opening your eyes and looking at the sky again.

Forget and erase the fear you once had.

You will understand Good love really does exist. Do you believe it?

"See? And how can I believe that love is always beautiful?"

“Nat won't argue. Because love isn't always beautiful. Can you give the government a chance? Let Nat make Sin see that good love really does exist.”

Some of them stopped. Is he being asked to be his girlfriend? Aren't the things they talked about about music? Why did it come to this? The determined look that the other person sent made him smile in his heart. The person in front of him was a person who was quite devoted to his love. A look like that could tell him how serious this person was about him. Let's try it. Let's see if this guitarist can make him believe in true love.

“Nat has not yet given an answer. But Nat will make Sin see for herself that good love really does exist.”

“Are you discouraged, Sin? Don't you want to do it anymore?”

“Sin's dream. Sin doesn't give up easily. Don't you want to do it anymore?”

"Nat's dream is the same. I won't abandon it."

"You're so good. Congratulations to you."

“Both of them. We are the same band as you. We have to go together like this. We are not separated anywhere.”

“If one day the way you are going can go alone, then just go.”

“If it were that way We'll go the other way. There isn't just one way.”

“I'll send it today. Call Dad and tell him,” the owner of the red CRV told the person next to him who was poking at his iPhone. Today they both had to go play live at a pub. Of course, it would have to be finished late as per regulations.

"No need to, I'll just have Dad come pick me up."

“Nat will send it to you. Dad, you don't have to come out either. Driving late at night is dangerous.” Use this as an excuse until the other person has to give in.

“Nat, don't work. Otherwise, Sin will definitely not keep you.”

“Nat, have you had enough yet?”

“Then Sin, come back first. You go back yourself.”

"excuse me"

“No more, promise.”

"Don't promise, just show."

“Nat Sin, you can go get ready backstage now,” was the voice of the band manager calling his artist to prepare for the live performance at tonight's event.

The atmosphere of winter has returned again. A big stage is held every year on this mountain. And this time, two of his small bands had the opportunity to come together and play metro acoustic music for the people in attendance.

"Where's the scarf?" The voice of a co-worker who was trying to upgrade himself to a lover asked with concern as the couple stood ready on the steps of the stage. “Thin shirts like this won't make you comfortable.”

The young singer looked down at himself. Why is it so clear?

“I guess Sin laid it across the chair. It's okay," Sin said before looking down to check his ears again.

A warm touch on the back of his neck made him look up. The personal scarf has been returned to its owner. The person who had picked it up for him was standing next to him, stunned, ready to go on stage.

The corners of the lips on her beautiful face lifted up into a slight smile before she began to meditate again.

“The medicine is on the table.”

“Don't drink cold water.”

“Don't get caught in the rain.”

“Sleep while my hair isn't dry yet. Go to sleep, but turn to me. I'll blow it for you.”

“Your shirt is too thin. Do you want to put that coat on?”

“Take this one.”

“Do you want another scarf?”

"It's so hot, just a shirt is enough."

"Don't think too much, sir. It's an opportunity. Let's try."

"but..."

“Your name is still singular. After all, we are Singular.”

“Nat, I think you can go home now. There's work tomorrow, right?" The back-up's voice next to him asked the people who were chatting happily with the other members of the group. “Your mother will throw you at me again.”

“Who is it? My mother let me go a long time ago,” the guitarist said before raising the glass in his hand to his mouth and drinking it all down.

"I mean your godmother."

“You drank milk and went to bed, I think,” Nat said before pouring the liquid to fill the glass again.

"I don't even know if you're hangry tomorrow."

The guitarist's thick figure slowly woke up before narrowing as the sunlight shone in and brightened the entire room. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost 2:00 p.m. Last night, when I came home it was almost 3:00 a.m. I remember coming back and sitting and playing guitar for a while and then going to bed.

He sat there dumbfounded with himself for a moment before looking around the room. Met someone who was sitting at his table.

“Sin,” a hoarse voice greeted.

“Are you awake?” The owner of the name who heard the voice greeted him and turned to look before getting up to come towards him.

“How did you get here?”

“And who said that you would pick me up at ten o'clock in the morning?” I came and stood with my feet close to my hips so that the owner of the room could breathe in the sweet scent.

"excuse me"

“Oh,” he let out a sound in his throat saying that he understood before turning back to his desk again. “Go take a shower and get dressed. I'll go down and bring some food for you to eat. Let's get to work," someone said before packing up his things because he knew how organized the owner of the room was before walking out of the room. Leaving the room owner looking dizzy on the bed but going.

A thick figure walked out of the bathroom. It didn't take long for him to get dressed so he took the opportunity to walk over and look at the song that the singer had composed.

“Nat can't make Sin believe in good love, right? It's appropriate, right? How can he be believed if you act like that?” The thick man said to himself. Five years have passed since he asked for the chance to take care of Sin until today. The song Sin composed remains the same. Never once talked about beautiful love

There is only love that stands on the truth. There is both suffering and happiness mixed together. Or is it unrequited love? Once again, it went into other matters.

“Eat first Nat. And hangover medicine,” said Sin, who came in with a tray of food and placed it on the table.

"What song are you going to make today? Bring it, I'll take a look at it for you."

“Let's eat. Today, that's where I came from. I'll bring you the songs I made with Lula to listen to,” Sincere said before walking to get my beloved iPhone and headphones. I poked it before putting the headphones on for another person who was eating.

Lula's clear voice and the person sitting next to her. Combined with the music that seemed to float in the air, it caused people who were eating to put down their spoons before paying attention.

Nothing is impossible for me.

You may meet someone you didn't expect.

He might be standing in front of her. And tell her I love you

like in a dream

You might meet your person someday.

The person who makes my heart not tremble

Like I still keep telling myself every day that I will meet.

“This song wasn't written by Sin,” Sincere hurriedly said as soon as the song ended. “When he brought it to me to listen to, it was good so I wanted to sing it. Sin couldn't write a song about a beautiful world like this.”

“And isn't your world beautiful?”

“Beautiful, but it's not all beautiful. Let the beautiful people of the world compose it,” someone replied before poking the iPhone to play the song again.

“And what does Sin want in one life?”

“It's a difficult question. If I were to ask Sin right now, it would probably be making music. Become an artist Can I continue to be with everyone like this?”

"Don't you want to meet someone?"

“Change the subject. Hurry and make rice. I'll have to join the company soon,” the lead singer said before getting up to put his things in his bag. “Take that acoustic guitar with you,” someone pointed to the acoustic guitar that was placed in the corner of the room. Nat looked after it, but it seemed strange today because of the blue post-it. Soft that was pasted

“Hurry up, Sin is waiting downstairs,” someone said before walking out of the room. Nat hurriedly ate the food and medicine that the lead singer had prepared for her before walking to where the beloved child was. The post-it was written in familiar handwriting, causing the owner of the room to bend down to read it before smiling.

'No matter what the destination tomorrow will be.

Just have each other forever~'