I saw him in the practice room late at night again.
He plays the music too loud that it always disturbs my practice in the next room... but I kinda enjoy it.
Cause it gives me an excuse to go up to him and talk.
Every time I peek through the door, he seems to be practicing hard, drenched in sweat.
But, I can't even have a nice conversation with him. I don't know what else to do other than complain and act annoyed at the loud music.
The only thing I know is to secretly have feelings for him- Mark Lee.