After several months of constant hesitation and cold feet, Yejun tells himself that this was going to be it.

He was finally going to confess his feelings for you, and he was going to do it in the most grandiose, yet sincere way possible, because he didn't know how else to express himself better and his innermost thoughts, than through song.

The long awaited school festival was around the corner, just mere days away, and students of all grades were bustling in preparation and unconfined excitement, decorating the winding hallways and classrooms with colour and festivities. Yejun and his closest friends were in a band in the school’s music club as part of extracurriculars, having performed a good amount of times for special occasions and assemblies–so, this was going to be no different (though, apart from his personal sentiments).

Yejun had spent the days and weeks prior busying himself in the midst of piling homework and band practice, composing and perfecting a song that came from the heart–it conveyed his insecurities and worries, whilst also articulating his immense affections for you. After countless drafts and the hefty pile of crumpled notebook paper in the bin of his bedroom, he eventually found the sound he was searching for.

And so, when the day of the festival came along, Yejun stood at the front and centre of the podium in the school’s gymnasium before the murmuring crowd, mentally preparing himself as his friends stood by, beside him. Bamby and Hamin were tuning their guitars amidst their own hushed conversation, with Noah by the keyboard and Eunho sitting behind the drum set, lightly thumping his foot against the bass pedal. They all knew of Yejun's intentions for today's performance, and whilst they restlessly teased him for it, they also knew it was something long overdue.

His cerulean eyes then roamed over the sea of heads as he fiddled with the mic-stand, as though instinctively in search for someone–and then there, he finally sees you. You were seated in the middle row with your friends, laughing and talking amongst yourselves with that pretty smile that he’s grown fond of over the course of his high-school years. His heart thumps at the mere sight of you, and it only makes him all the more nervous about his current predicament.

Though, there was no route of escape this time round. The equipment was already set and the microphones were plugged. Soon, all eyes were going to be on them, including yours. Yejun takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he fastens his grip on the neck of his guitar.

This was it. He was going to pour his heart out for you, and he hopes–God, he hopes that you can finally hear and see him in the light he's been trying so desperately to stand under.