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<Oh Min-hoo's Perspective>

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I've loved music since I was a child.

Music was me, and I was music.

Perhaps because of that, I had a talent for music that surpassed anyone else's. But regardless of my natural talent, I had to work as an unknown singer for several years.

Then one day, I appeared on a music program and finally began to make a name for myself.

During my prime, I sang while looking out at countless audience members on a stage showered in dazzling lights. People who went wild for my voice and shouted my name. In those moments, it felt like everything in the world revolved around me.

But the popularity that I thought would last forever cooled down faster than expected.

People left to find new singers, and those who once cheered for me eventually forgot me.

And now.

Even when I hold a concert, the seats are empty, and there isn't a single person to listen to my songs. Nowadays, I make more money doing manual labor than singing.

It was during those days, as I was barely getting by while working a part-time job at a convenience store.

A customer stared at me intently and then cautiously spoke to me.

“Excuse me... are you by any chance Oh Min-hoo, the 'Voice of an Angel'?”

The moment I heard those words, my eyes widened involuntarily.

“...You know me?”

Then the person smiled brightly and replied.

“Of course! I've even collected all of your merch at my house! I was so upset because it seemed like you weren't active lately... I'm so happy to meet you in person like this!”

I couldn't say anything for a moment at those words.

There's still someone who remembers me?

There was someone left... who liked me?

The person placed a bottle of banana milk on the counter and handed it to me.

“Please have this! I'll keep cheering for you!”

And then, with one more smile, they left the convenience store.

I stared out the door where they had disappeared for a long time.

The banana milk in my hand felt strangely warm.

Since that day, I've wanted to meet that person again.

The only person who remembers me. The only person who still loves my songs.

At first, I was just grateful.

But at some point, I became curious about their every move, and I wanted to know who they were meeting and where they were going.

So, I started following them.

So they can never forget me again.

So that my only fan, the person who has become my love, can't look anywhere else.