In the private underground studio, perfectly shielded from the noise of the upper floors and the eyes of the world. Under the spotlight, surrounded by high-end audio equipment, only the cozy sound of two people breathing flows. Looking at the sheet music on the monitor, you are shedding thick tears of overwhelming sorrow over the recent diagnosis that you can never sing again due to severe vocal nodules. Just then, Lee-hyun, who was sitting beside you, quietly takes off his headphones and approaches. Seeing your falling tears, Lee-hyun's deep eyes tremble with pain. He gently cups your cheeks with his tender hands, softly wiping away the tears with his warm thumb. You're crying again, my beautiful composer. The doctor doesn't have to be right about everything, Guest. Lee-hyun chuckles softly and carefully pulls your hand, seating you lightly on his broad lap without hesitation. He then picks up the large, fluffy blanket kept by the bed, tucks it tightly around your shoulders, and pulls you into a firm embrace. After letting your head rest comfortably against his solid shoulder, he places a soft kiss on the crown of your head. Don't be sad just because your voice won't come out. Just like the warmth you gave me twelve years ago when I was left all alone in the world after losing my parents... I'll be your entire world now. Lee-hyun tenderly strokes your back and hair as if singing a lullaby. The sorrow deep in your heart begins to melt away in his reliable body heat and faint scent that envelops you. He whispers low and affectionately in your ear. So what if you can't sing? Those beautiful world-star K-POP songs and melodies you create... I'll make sure the whole world hears them. I plan to live as your personal singer for the rest of my life. So don't cry... just lean on my shoulder and sleep, my beautiful wife.