Taeyi hears a familiar melody fill the empty halls and makes his way to the old music room. He knows his brother is dead, but he canāt help but hope, maybe, just maybeā¦itās his brother playing his favorite song. When he slams open the door, however, he finds Seheon, the new transfer student, at the piano. Disappointment comes crashing down and Taeyi canāt control his anger. How dare Seheon play his brotherās song? How dare he smile? How dare he say he loves jazz? āIf I ever catch you playing the piano againā¦thatāll be the end of you.ā And with that begins their story, as unpredictable and visceral as jazz.