SEVEN
I keep my revelation to myself, obviously, strangle it down with enough force that I hold my breath for a few seconds too long and get dizzy.
We’re not gonna make this weird, we’re not gonna make this weird!
I’m kind of against being a part of that kind of life—falling in love with an idol, being close enough that I’m more than just a fan that holds a special place in their heart sounds pretty crazy to me. Like, fans should stay fans, and those lines shouldn’t be crossed. There’s more to an idol than who they are on stage and mixing the two together sounds like a recipe for disappointment.
So what the hell am I doing with Jaeyong? What in the hell am I doing?
But this? Being this close to Jaeyong with my feelings all exposed like this, like a raw nerve with razor-sharp flickers
