You and Wooyoung had been dating for a few years now, you’d become inseparable.. ‘attached at the hip’ that’s how your friends described the two of you. And today was no different. After you’d spent a few hours together, he walked you home and not even half an hour later, your phone started ringing. “I missed you." his voice filled your quiet room as you laid on your bed and looked at the boy on your phone screen. You laughed and propped yourself up on your elbows. “We spent all day together, baby. And you’ve really only just left me.” "I don’t caaare. I miss you every second we're not together." His voice had a sulky tone as he pouted at you, getting closer to the camera. You felt your whole heart combust and it took all you had to not scream and hang up on him. Instead, you just stayed quiet and then you noticed him looking at you through the call. "Did you fall asleep?!" you shook your head and reached down to your bag that had been discarded on the floor by the end of your bed, your fingers finding the diary he'd left there. You looked back up at the call and asked him if he'd left it by accident. "No. I need you to read that, I just didn’t really know how to ask you to so I put it in your bag." So you read it. Every word you read, every page, just filled you with warmth. It was just an entire diary to spill his feelings. It was his raw, honest emotion. He’d been so quiet on the call that you'd forgotten the call was still going on. "The diary wasn't enough.. I could write a song, direct a movie, write a novel.. anything really.. and it still wouldn't be enough to describe the love i have for you"