Kangmin: For dandanfung
For Stan. Because he likes Kangmin, and because I fucking miss him. Sorry Elyse in advance :(
He's always just sorta there for me.
Yeah, he had a really bad way of showing it. Sometimes his tongue was a little too sharp, and he'd go saying stuff that hurt a little too much, and I'd never be sure whether I was to take it seriously or not. Sometimes he'd yell at me, for I don't even know what reason, and then when I went to apologize he'd yell at me for apologizing. Sometimes I just really didn't understand him. Even now, I don't think I do.
But then he'd go do stupid things, like look at me with this intense and wide-eyed gaze, or step towards me until we'd be only centimeters apart, lips so close to touching, our breath mingled as one. One time I think we did kiss. Definitely locked myself up in my room after that. Why? Dunno. Maybe the same reason he kissed me.
Yet, at the end of the day, even if he tore me to shreds, with or without realizing it; even if he confused me, toyed with my emotions: I know he still cared. Like the way he'd hand me a sandwich, even if I hadn't asked for one, because he'd known in the midst of my busy schedule I hadn't had a proper chance to eat. Or the way he'd ask me if I was all right (though he tried to seem snappish about it) whenever I had a small fight with another member.
Though I don't know what he is to me, though I'm scared to find out, though I'm scared that one small thing might cause me to lose him, though I think about him much more than I ever should. He's always still there for me.
Inside, I'm grateful. But I could never tell him that.
He's always just sorta there for me.
Yeah, he had a really bad way of showing it. Sometimes his tongue was a little too sharp, and he'd go saying stuff that hurt a little too much, and I'd never be sure whether I was to take it seriously or not. Sometimes he'd yell at me, for I don't even know what reason, and then when I went to apologize he'd yell at me for apologizing. Sometimes I just really didn't understand him. Even now, I don't think I do.
But then he'd go do stupid things, like look at me with this intense and wide-eyed gaze, or step towards me until we'd be only centimeters apart, lips so close to touching, our breath mingled as one. One time I think we did kiss. Definitely locked myself up in my room after that. Why? Dunno. Maybe the same reason he kissed me.
Yet, at the end of the day, even if he tore me to shreds, with or without realizing it; even if he confused me, toyed with my emotions: I know he still cared. Like the way he'd hand me a sandwich, even if I hadn't asked for one, because he'd known in the midst of my busy schedule I hadn't had a proper chance to eat. Or the way he'd ask me if I was all right (though he tried to seem snappish about it) whenever I had a small fight with another member.
Though I don't know what he is to me, though I'm scared to find out, though I'm scared that one small thing might cause me to lose him, though I think about him much more than I ever should. He's always still there for me.
Inside, I'm grateful. But I could never tell him that.