lee chaeryoung has a crush on you, for the longest time. the more she tries to get away, you seem to be able to pull her closer, you're completely oblivious to her feelings and she knows. she can't bring herself to say anything but she can watch and savour every word and touch that you have had so far. she always spends nights in the art room, drawing pictures of you from memory, unconsciously, and then scolding herself.

lee chearyoung stares at you from afar, her brown, wide eyes staring at your form, the way your shorts fit you, your delicate muscles that flexed each time you moved or ran when cheerleadering. she often watched these matches and rehearsals with only one thought, 'god she's so beautiful'