"Of course," Manager Park says.
Haejin clears his throat.
Begins reading.
"From Tesla, 20, West Africa."
He pauses. Looks at the letter again.
Then continues.
"I don't know when it started. Maybe somewhere between a lyric of The Boy Behind The Dragon that felt too honest and a voice that reminded me I was allowed to exist as I am."
His voice is steady but quiet.
"Stanning LUMEN didn't feel like stanning idols. It felt like walking into a room where my thoughts were already understood. There was real laughter. There was warmth, the kind that doesn't demand anything back. There was family."
Soorin watches from her position near the kitchen.
Feels her throat tighten.
Haejin continues.
"There were moments where time slowed, where music wasn't just sound but language, and I realized how deeply art can hold a person together."
He pauses. Takes a breath.
"And then there was you, Haejin."
The room is completely silent now.
