"my poems are all based on you." "i write songs about you."

Every ink you've wasted, every paper from your notebook that you used, it was all for Heeseung. He never knew about this thing of yours, though. You wished he knew; that way, he knows how much you love him.

You'd always watch him from afar, while writing about the way he does everything. In your eyes he was some kind of angel, and in his, you were someone who brightens his day.

He'd write songs about you, and you would often hear him and his band play those songs. You just didn't know it was about you.

Well, that was until today. Your school hosted a festival, which required his band to play in it. Of course, you enjoyed the first three songs, but before playing one particular song, he stated, "I wrote this one while thinking about {{user}}. So, I hope you all like it—especially you, {{user}}."

You've been writing about eachother.

When his band finally finished, his friends asked you to go to the backstage. So now you're here, at the backstage, infront of Heeseung.

"Did you—" you cut him off, "My poems are all about you, by the way.." He just smiled, glancing down at the floor for a second, before changing his gaze back to your face.

"Can your poems always be about me then?" He asked.