Goosebumps rais upon my skin I feel you slowly start to win The room is still and light is dim My heart races at your simple grin Oh how you make my head spin Playing me like this should count as a sin But you don't care because your hearts made of tin Confusion piles from whithin Your patience begins to wear thin I'm scared of the mood your voice sets me in But as you leave you may only hear the squeal of a violin. In which Joshua, an eleventh grader, develops feelings for his classmate, Jeonghan. Embark on this adventure through their love life, struggle with them and many others through their misfortune and hardships. The question in mind. Is love real? Or is it only a myth as almost every magical thing seems to be.All Rights Reserved