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His life has become a blur: one press interview after another. It was always the same questions, the same insinuations, and the same ploy to play up the fan service. But on days like this, when it is just Wonbin and him hanging out, time seemed to slow down. He does not know when it started but one day he just woke up feeling something different towards his bandmate.
So yeah, maybe Sungchan is in love with Wonbin.
It would seem strange considering that he came into this knowing that it’s just work, but for some reason, falling in love with Wonbin just seemed so easy. So natural. As if it’s the way it’s always meant to be. Wonbin is his favorite person to be around with. Wonbin is just so likeable, so easy to vibe with, so personable and affable and just an all-around charming guy. There’s an easiness about him that just pulls people in. Sungchan is guarded and caustic, all dry humor and sharp wit. One would think he’d be attracted to someone as equally acerbic. But then again, Wonbin had a way of breaking down people’s walls.
Sungchan blames the fans with their insistence of this Syongnen nonsense. They are just supposed to be workmates. Just two idols trying to make a name for themselves, doing the job that needed to be done. Yeah, definitely the fans’ fault for making their professional partnership more than what it is supposed to be. And now he’s caught feelings for him.
Wonbin doesn’t make it easier either. He’s just so close all the time. And that ever does is make it so easy to see how beautiful he is. Like how can one’s skin look this soft? And his smile is just so mesmerizing to watch. The way the corner of his eyes crease and the way his nose scrunches when he laughs is just so fascinating. Adorable. Wonbin is just too adorable and Sungchan is whipped for him. He could stare at him all day and he wouldn’t grow tired of it… and that’s a problem.
It’s a huge problem. In fact, it’s the cause of his dilemma. He’s not been able to sleep properly for weeks now because he keeps on dreaming of Wonbin. It’s like his unconscious is trying to send him a message. He gets it. He really does. But like… he won’t do it. He won’t just blurt out that he is in love with his bandmate. That’s so unprofessional. And boring. And frankly, Wonbin wouldn’t like it either. Wonbin likes to be wooed, or so he thinks. Wonbin likes subtle gestures and smart maneuverings and all that. Wonbin is not blunt and it’s a problem because Sungchan is anything but subtle. He’s so not subtle that even some fans caught up about it. Just the other day, a hashtag trended on Twitter (never to be called X) asking him when he’s gonna hit on Wonbin. Embarrassing. Surely there is a way to make Wonbin realize he’s in love with him without being so obvious about it.
But how would he do it? He could not just stare at Wonbin all day and expect him to reciprocate his feelings. That won’t do. He must be able to come up with a clever way to communicate his feelings. Clever and subtle. Because that’s what Wonbin likes. And what Wonbin likes, Sungchan is willing to provide.
And so begins Sungchan’s subtle wooing.
He begins by buying Wonbin food. Wonbin likes to eat – a lot, and he isn’t picky either. After their interview he would ask Wonbin to go on this fancy restaurant. They’re dressed for it anyway. He found this Italian restaurant near the building where they would be having their interview. Easy. It’s not like Wonbin would say no to food, right?
As it turns out, Wonbin is not in the mood for Italian food. He wants comfort food instead; the kind of food you’d find on the streets. This is not how Sungchan imagined his wooing to be. He wanted to be romantic and fancy but instead they’re eating noodles at a corner stall, looking and feeling sweaty. But that’s okay. The food is great and the conversation is flowing easily. Wonbin is gesturing wildly, telling a story about his high school days. He laughs and Sungchan laughs too not because he found the story funny (he doesn’t even pay much attention to the story, if he’s being honest) but because watching Wonbin makes him laugh. Sungchan stares at him intently, trying to listen but he notices something at the corner of Wonbin’s lip instead. Sungchan reaches out to him and wipes it away but Wonbin flinches away.
At that moment, a fan comes by and asks for their photo. Sungchan can’t tell if it’s good timing or the worst timing. He accepts the request and he smiles politely to the fan. He even has his hand go over Wonbin’s shoulder for good measure. The fan ate it up and they were giggling rather childishly as they take the photo. When they are done taking the photo, the fan hands Wonbin a letter. Wonbin accepts is graciously and he flashes the most beautiful smile ever. Wonbin seems too happy to receive a fan letter.
“I like receiving letters”, Wonbin says. And something clicks inside Sungchan’s head.
Of course he likes letters. Because Wonbin is a hopeless romantic. And just like that, Sungchan finds a fool proof way to woo Wonbin.
He’s going to write Wonbin love letters
***
Your smile is the most beautiful I’ve seen.
I could write about your smile all day; how radiant and bright it is that the sun feels envious of it. How soft it is despite being put on all day. It never loses its shine.
The way your smile brings me warmth is more than what a perfect summer day brings. Seeing you smile is like watching the sun paint the world in vibrancy during dusk; it comes easy, but can never be forgotten.
Your smile is the most beautiful I’ve seen and when they are directed to me, only me, my life bursts in color.
- Your Secret Admirer
“Did you ever have a stalker?” Wonbin asks as he sits beside Sungchan. Sungchan is startled because it’s simultaneously the most random and concerning thing to ask him.
“Uh… not yet…? Maybe? What is this about?” Sungchan asks, concern evident in his voice.
“Nothing yet, I guess. It’s just that I got this letter in my bag. I haven’t opened it yet but I just wonder how it got there considering there’s no way a fan could put it in there… unless you know, I have stalker-slash-ninja…”
Oh. This is bad. Sungchan’s brilliant and fool proof plan to woo Wonbin is already falling apart. “Uh… yeah, that’s like super creepy you know…” Sungchan says.
“Do you want to read it with me though? I mean it’s creepy yeah but I also kind of want to know what it says. Don’t you?” Wonbin says. He takes out the letter and waves it around carelessly. Sungchan can only nod robotically. Why can’t any of his plans just go the way he intends them to be? All he wants is for Wonbin to read the letter alone and now Wonbin is going to read it with him and probably make fun of it for being too cheesy or whatever. He should have known that this is going to implode on his face.
Wonbin opens the envelope and reads it silently. His face betrays nothing as he reads through Sungchan’s letter. He blinks maybe twice or thrice, opens and closes his mouth as if wanting to say something but refrains from doing so… and then he looks at Sungchan and smiles. A big, honest smile. A smile that takes Sungchan back. He feels like Icarus flying too close to the sun and his wings are melting and he is falling further and further.
“This is actually sweet,” Wonbin says. It takes a moment for Sungchan to process what Wonbin just said. Sweet. Wonbin actually found his letter sweet and Sungchan thinks of it as a victory. He takes the letter from Wonbin and pretends to read it only because he doesn’t want to get caught yet. ‘Sweet’ may mean a victory but that doesn’t really mean anything. A lot of things are sweet – desserts are sweet, getting a kiss on the cheek from your little niece is sweet, receiving a well thought-of gift from fans is sweet, getting paid is sweet. It’s not quite what Sungchan wants. He wants more than sweet.
He gave it a few more seconds before he says, “Yeah it’s actually sweet” Sungchan says the word sweet with intent, “and it’s actually a well-written letter, you know. Maybe this person really likes you for real and not just stalking you being obsessed or something…” he added for good measure because Sungchan is proud of what’s he’s written. After all, he did spend all night composing the letter.
“You’re right, bro. Maybe it’s not a stalker. But I still wonder who it could be. Maybe it’s someone close? Maybe one of the staff here?” Wonbin says. “Anyway, I think Anton is calling us back to practice now, let’s go.” Sungchan nods again because that’s all Sungchan is good for whenever Wonbin says something.
***
“Let’s go somewhere after practice,” Wonbin tells Sungchan when he entered the practice studio.
“Sure. What are you thinking?” Sungchan does not even stop to think about it. With Wonbin, the answer is almost always yes.
“Hmmm… maybe we could go to your dorm. I have something to show you,” Wonbin says, his voice hushed. He opens his bag and makes a gesture for Sungchan to come closer.
“I found this here just now” Wonbin pouts his lips and uses it to point at the letter. “It’s weird because I just stepped out for a few minutes to talk to our manager and now it’s there… I feel like my stalker is closer to us than we think.”
“Okay. Let’s go to my dorm after this, but you have to buy food and drinks,” Sungchan says, his voice a little bit hesitant.
When the practice was over, they decided to walk together instead. Sungchan turns his phone one for some music and James Bay’s ‘Craving’ started to play. He’s totally forgotten about that. He was listening to the album all night while composing the letter to Wonbin. He panics a bit until he realizes that Wonbin has yet to read the letter. He’s hoping that Wonbin won’t put one and one together.
The walk was slow and quiet. Both are just intent on making it home without any fanfare. It’s quite amazing really, how comfortable they both are with each other. With Wonbin, Sungchan doesn’t feel like he has to say something just to break the ice. And Wonbin respects Sungchan’s need for companionable silence. Sungchan likes him more for it. Instead, Wonbin is glued to his phone, scrolling down on a menu to choose what meal he should order for them. It’s almost domestic and Sungchan’s heart skips a beat just thinking about it.
Their food arrived not long after them and the two start to feast on the chicken wings ravenously. “So about my stalker…” Wonbin says with his mouth stuffed with pizza.
“Don’t call him that.” Sungchan retorts.
“Him?”
“Or her. Or them. Let’s not assume. Anyway this person might not be even a stalker,” Sungchan answers back. Because he’s not a stalker and he wouldn’t want Wonbin to get any wrong ideas.
“Yeah okay. Should we read the letter now?” Wonbin takes out the letter from his bag. He rips the top of the envelope ungraciously and Sungchan winces a little at that.
“Should I read it out loud or would you like me to read it first?”
“Uuh, read it first and then I’ll give it a go.”
I crave you in the same way I crave for beauty in my life –without question, unfailing, all desire and fervent need, almost greedy to a fault.
I crave your languid touches, the way you trace my back with the pads of your fingers – delicate but purposeful, light but impressionable.
I crave the sound of your laughter – melodious and loud but always a pleasure to my ears. I wish you’d laugh always and endlessly, without reservations and fear.
I crave your laugh for it reminds me that everything is beautiful, that every creature, every object in the universe contains joy.
- Your Secret Admirer
Wonbin reads the letter first, but unlike the first time his eyes are now twinkling… With anticipation? Curiosity? Mischief? Sungchan couldn’t tell at all. And from the way Wonbin’s mouth curls down ever so slightly, he doesn’t want to know. “Read it. I have some thoughts on who this might be,” Wonbin says as he passes the letter to Sungchan.
Once again, Sungchan channels his acting prowess and pretends to read the letter he put in Wonbin’s bag. He nods here and there as if to show that he gets. All the while, Wonbin is staring at him, observing the way he reacts to the letter.
“Are you done?” Wonbin asks and Sungchan nods. Sungchan hands him back the letter and Wonbin stuffs it into his bag. “I think it’s one of the back-up dancers. I’m sure of it.”
“What makes you think that?” Sungchan asks.
“Because they’re the only people who can enter the practice room freely… other than you and the members of course…”
Oh no. Sungchan did not count for Wonbin to be this observant. Maybe he’s always been and Sungchan has just underestimated him. Sungchan’s mind runs through many different scenarios and tries to think of a way to deflect the spotlight on him.
“I think you are right!” Sungchan says rather excitedly. “They’re the only ones who can find a chance to slip the letter in your bag when… you know… when we’re being practicing. Yeah, that totally makes sense. Wow…”
Wonbin is pensive for a while. “Maybe I should just ask them.”
“NO!” Sungchan yells. “I mean this person might have a reason, you know. Maybe give them a chance to gather their courage to tell you themself, you know.”
“I think you are right. Besides… I’ll be lying if I say I don’t find this quite amusing. Sure it’s mysterious and all, but it also feels good, you know? Knowing someone out there feels that way about me.”
***
If I were bolder, I’d hold your hands wherever we go. Not because I want to stake my ownership over you (no, never that), or because I am afraid I’d lose you, but because I want to feel you there. I want to know that you are not something I only imagined. I want to affirm that you are real, and that your hands are clasped on mine.
If I were bolder, I’d kiss you every moment I could. I would revel at the softness of your lips and commit it to my memory. For when the time comes where I cannot kiss you any longer, I’d have those moments to help get by.
If I were bolder, I’d tell you how much I love you. But instead, I would find contentment in loving you from afar, idealized. I will only immerse myself into in, as much as I could, as much as my imagination allows me in the same way that I am trapped within a body which cannot fly, or can only swim so far.
If I were bolder, I would love you outside my imaginings.
- Your Secret Admirer
It is another busy day for the whole team. They have another photoshoot, this time to promote a brand. The call time is early, too early for Sungchan’s taste. He spent a good two hours writing his third letter. This may seem excessive but Sungchan had to make sure every word is the right word. He could not mess this up. It had to be perfect. It’s all part of his plan: write letters, make Wonbin curious, ask Wonbin to meet up with the “secret admirer”, make a grand and romantic gesture, confess his love. Easy.
The only hiccup in his grand plan is finding a way to give the letter to Wonbin. Wonbin is getting highly suspicious and Sungchan can’t risk him finding out before he’s ready. Before he’s sure he wants to do it. And so Sungchan enlists (he says enlists but he really strong-armed the poor man) their manager to put the letter in Wonbin’s bag. He makes an excuse, telling the manager that he’s trying to prank Wonbin. The manager easily agrees, not really giving it much thought. Sungchan suspects he doesn’t care either way as long as he’s getting paid and not getting blamed.
After the photoshoot, Wonbin approaches him. Sungchan already knows what’s up, after all Wonbin’s been consistent in asking him to read the letter together. He readies himself for another Oscar-worthy performance starring as the innocent, ignorant friend. Sungchan flashes Wonbin a small smile. Wonbin smiles back, and Sungchan’s heart skips a jump at the sight. Love has made him soft, but he doesn’t complain about it. Not really. Sungchan is good at coldness and sternness but he’s finding out more and more that he can be good too at being warm and open – for Wonbin, at least.
But this time, Wonbin does not ask him to read the letter. He instead tells Sungchan that he has to rush home so he could work on a song. Sungchan agrees (it’s not like he can ask Wonbin not to work on his song) and bids Wonbin good luck.
Sungchan went home, feeling nosy and a little disappointed. He’s gotten feedback for the past two letters. Knowing how Wonbin feels about the letter assures him that he’s doing the right thing. But alas, Wonbin has a life of his own and he cannot count on him always telling him about the letter.
Later that night, while Sungchan is jamming to Lana del Ray (discretely, thank you very much) he receives a text from Wonbin.
Is it weird that I am starting to develop feelings for my secret admirer? Wonbin texts.
Sungchan squeals. This is it, he thinks. His plan is working. He tries to compose himself before replying to Wonbin.
S: wdym?
W: It’s just that this person is really poetic. But also there’s sadness in it? I don’t know if it’s pity or do I just like receiving letters?
S: Pity?
W: Yeah.
W: Don’t get me wrong the letters are really romantic but this person is writing to me as if they have no chance.
S: Does he have?
S: A chance?
W: Him? You think it’s a dude?
W: How can I know? Haven’t even met him.
S: Uh, just a hunch?
S: I guess that’s fair.
S: If he asks you to meet, would you?
W: Hmmm. Maybe?
W: Idk really. Seems unsafe to meet up with a total stranger?
W: If you were me, would you?
S: Yeah? Only if there’s someone else.
W: Would you?
W: Come with me if he asks to meet?
S: Uh, yeah.
Oh. So Wonbin is interested. Well, curious at least. That’s part of Sungchan’s plan so he takes it as a win. All he has to do now is write a letter asking Wonbin to meet him. That should be easy.
***
Every day, I find myself thinking about you more and more. I find myself consumed by thoughts of you and I cannot bring myself to stop.
I would write letters to you in the vain hope of keeping you out of my mind, but all it does is make me seek you even more. Sometimes I imagine what we could be .I imagine us close to each other, almost touching, our hearts beating rhythmically as time flows by painfully slow, as if prolonging our encounters.
I am so consumed that I cannot remember how it is to live without having thoughts of you.
There is a sequence in place. One thought leading to another. A longing of you, one after another. This is how I discover myself: in ruins. And I relish it. Because as much as you consume me, I consume you as well. I let you feed on me and I sustain myself by thoughts of you.
It is a cycle of longing and forgetting, of letting go and holding on, of vividness and dullness. And it goes on and on because I want to think of you. Always.
- Your Secret Admirer
Sungchan is losing it for real. Everyday his desire to tell Wonbin the truth, that he is in love with him, grows stronger and stronger. But as much as the desire grows, his fear grows two-fold. Sungchan understands rejection quite well. He’s worked hard to get to where he is now and, in many ways, it is holding him back. He thinks about how Wonbin would react if he tells him the truth; not only he is in love with his co-star, but he’s also the secret admirer-slash-not-stalker covertly sending him letters. How is one supposed to react to that? What if Wonbin rejects him? What then? What would happen to their working relationship? Would Wonbin still want to work with him moving forward? What if the fans find out? Would they sympathize with him and blame Wonbin for not reciprocating his feelings? Would they feel weird about their “ships” being sank to the bottom of the ocean, metaphorically speaking? How would his reputation change? Would he be known as the idol who took it too far and got rejected? But more importantly, Sungchan fears that this would sour their relationship, their friendship that they both nurtured and treasured. Sungchan ponders about these things obsessively. He wishes love was easy and uncomplicated. But he knows more than anyone that things worth having is not easy.
Everything be damned. Sungchan decides that he has to tell Wonbin, if only to save his sanity. Consequences be damned. He’s going to man up and deal with whatever comes up; that’s how adults do it and he’s not 16 anymore fluttering at the thought of being in-love. He’s outgrown fanciful romances and fantastical love stories. He is realistic, and realistic people know better than to expect things to fall into place just because you wish they do.
Realistic people know that rejection, no matter how unpleasant and unwelcome, is part of life.
So Sungchan finds the right moment when he and Wonbin are alone to fess up and wishes for the best. They’re tired from the rehearsals, both sweaty and sore from learning this complicated new choreography. Other opportunities may come but Sungchan convinces himself that now is the perfect time. He cannot keep doing this. His feelings are about to burst like a dam overflowing from the rapids of the river.
“There’s something you should know,” Sungchan says to Wonbin. Wonbin, cocks his head slightly, looking like a slightly curious, but very cute, puppy.
“Yeah bro, what’s up?” Wonbin replies.
“I have something to tell you… You see…” Sungchan starts to say, but Wonbin is not really paying him any attention. He is rummaging through his bag, looking for something specific. Wonbin pulls out the letter – the last letter that Sungchan meant to write to him.
“Before that, let’s read this first,” Wonbin says.
“That won’t be necessary,” Sungchan interjects. “I already know what’s written there.”
“You do? Why? Do you already know who it is? It’s that dancer with the blond hair, isn’t it? I saw him snooping around my things earlier…”
“He what?!” Sungchan says rather loudly.
“Yeah he was snooping around my stuff. Although I don’t think it’s him per se, he doesn’t seem to be the romantic type. He’s just the runner, I’m sure of it. Who do you think he works for?” Wonbin rambles.
“Wonbin… I have something to tell you…” Sungchan whispers.
“Oh yeah. Right, you did ask to talk to me alone. What is it?”
This is it, Sungchan assures himself. He is about to confess his love to Wonbin. He’s ready for this. He’s prepared for this moment for like eight hours.
“Uhm…”
Wonbin waits on him.
“I know who the secret admirer is…” Wonbins eyes widen in shock. He looks at Sungchan pensively, searching for more.
“And who is it?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow. He, uh, said to me that he has something prepared for you,” Sungchan says tentatively. He never imagined this would be difficult. He’s being a coward, he knows that, but it’s not as simple as it looks. He may have prepared for this but that doesn’t he must go through with it. That’s okay, he’s buying himself some time to gather more courage. He needs all the courage he could muster because confessing is so much more terrifying than he anticipated.
***
There is no turning back. Sungchan steels himself with all the courage he could gather. Granted, it’s not much but it’s at least considerably more than what he had yesterday. He wears his favorite black henley shirt (the one Wonbin says looks good on him) and his lucky but worn-out Chuck Taylors. He doesn’t expect it to make a difference, realistically, but there’s no harm done in relying on Lady Lucky once in a while. He folds the letter he wrote last night and puts in on his jeans pocket. It’s the letter where he confesses his love to Wonbin, signed as himself and not as Wonbin’s secret admirer.
He fixes his hair for the umpteenth time that morning. He’s fidgety and nervous, rightly so. He knows the worst, fears it, but at least he knows it. A part of him is hopeful but he’s careful not to entertain it much for fear of it turning into delusion and entitlement.
He walks towards Wonbin’s dorm room, their designated meet up place. Their building is modern and sleek but imposing. He shoves that thought away. He will not let anything faze him, not even this high-rise building. He leaves his dorm room, then the elevator, and then presses the elevator button on Wonbin’s floor, then he waits, then he steps out of the elevator, and finally he walks the hallway. He knocked at Wonbin’s door tentatively.
Wonbin opens the door. He’s wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. His hair is not fixed up so it’s a bit floppy. Sungchan thinks he’s beautiful that way. Nothing compares to bare-faced Wonbin. He knows this for a fact. He’s stared at Wonbin’s face countless of times to know that he needs no make-up or touch-up to improve what Sungchan considers already perfect.
Wonbin’s welcoming smile knocks him back. It’s so beguiling in its easiness and openness. How easy it is for Wonbin to unarm anyone with his smile. Sungchan wishes, deeply and quite selfishly that Wonbin never gives that smile so easily to anyone but him.
With trepidation, Sungchan enters Wonbin’s dorm room. He just stands there, dumbstruck and unable to move any further. This is it, he tells himself.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Wonbin says as he closes the door.
“Wonbin,” Sungchan says softly. “Read this,” he hands Wonbin the letter in his pocket. “It’s, uh, from your admirer.”
Wonbin gives him a questioning look but takes the letter anyway. He sits down and opens it.
Dearest Wonbin,
Strangers meeting for the first time is serendipitous. I am not one who clings to fate, nor destiny. I had always valued the power of human free will and intently believed in our capacity to make, create, and restructure the cosmological order. Whatever it is that I believed does not matter. Somehow, now, I am apt to think that fate, that spontaneous bastard, made this happen.
Words are empty unless you mean them. Whatever is written in these pages you hold (and are reading, I suppose) are nothing but language games. They only exist in this context and can only be understood fully by me – I, the author, is also the creator of such reality enclosed in this letter, anything outside this letter is but fiction, a figment of the mind. Derrida would say that “the author is dead”, I say, the author lives, but only within these pages. So whatever you read, bear in mind that these are but tidbits of reality rationally sewn together to create a story.
It took me months to finally compose myself. Admittedly, I have been running away - I have dreaded this moment. I never intended to tell you how I really feel although I did write letters telling you how I feel. And here I am, with another letter (or just simply undergoing a process of emotional indigestion).
I love you.
It is like the question of whether black holes really exist; the fact that they literally are vacuous makes them non-existent, but the fact that they can be detected (through the absence of light; they suck everything with their inward gravitational pull) makes them real as well. However absurd this may sound to you, my emotions are like black holes. They have the propensity to be null and void and virtually undetected. Such emotions are frightening simply because they eat you up from the inside, they bring out the worst in you, and they tire you. It is a futile, empty endeavor, really. One cannot battle with emotions, in the same way that one cannot argue against the existence of black holes.
I love you. That is an undeniable fact.
In telling you this, I must swallow my pride. I pretend my pride is the only thing I have left in this but now that I have it thrown into the winds, I am officially stripped naked of every layer of protection I once had. It feels light… warm and blissful, but it also makes me feel vulnerable, much like a defenseless baby desperately clinging on to its mother for sustenance. But one must learn to transcend such feral stage. And this, Wonbin, is this transcendence I am talking about.
I feel free. I don’t feel any fear or embarrassment in telling you this: I love you.
It will be redundant to tell you what I feel, you know that too well through the letters I sent you. Instead, I want us to understand each other; or rather I want you to understand me.
I want you to understand that loving you is all I know what to do or how to be now. You’ve changed my life for the better. You’ve made me a different man – a happier, more carefree, more open kind of man. All because I love you. Because you are the kind of person that changes people around for the better. You give off so much love it is impossible not to love you as well.
Do you know how much time we have in this world? I guess you don’t, and neither do I. But I do know for sure how short my time is. I am not in a hurry; I am just running out of time. I cannot go on living aimlessly trying to answer questions only you can answer. I don’t know for sure if I can love you forever. One thing will remain, though – that I will always love the idea of you.
You are just a stranger at first. We all are, really. Strangers to people we encounter daily, to children we see on the street, and even to ourselves. I think, especially to ourselves. Well I guess that is the reason I have come to trust fate, destiny, or whatever it is… because meeting you, and realizing that I love you, can only be the work of fate.
- Sungchan
It takes Wonbin a few minutes after reading the letter to respond. Sungchan observes him, waiting for him to say something back. He holds his breath anticipating for the worst. But Wonbin smiles and looks at Sungchan tenderly. His eyes twinkle knowingly. Sungchan anticipates an answer but instead, Wonbin reaches out to his jeans pocket and hands him a post-it note.
It reads:
I know.
Since the first letter I knew it was you.
And yes, I love you too.