After I said that, I look for something from behind and found a gift bag sitting on top of the chair. I sniff before walking towards it then lend it to Ziyoon. The rest of the members received a poem written by me but I will be giving Ziyoon a gift.
I notice how his lips parted when he sees me offering a gift despite the fact that he's being rude to me for the past few minutes. It's fine for me, anyway. I understand him for being like that and it's better for the both of us. I might be very far away from them but I will promise to myself that Ziyoon and the other guys will have a special place inside my heart.
Maybe if it weren't about my desperation, maybe I am still standing outside, hoping I can still catch a glimpse of them. Unlike the situation right now, I am with him but he is t
