He's been coming to the same restaurant over and over again for the past year. All so he can see the waiter of his dreams. All he wants is to see him and get the courage to just talk, even if it's all small words. All he wants is to be able to talk to him or at least say what's inside of him, but instead he keeps

Jongin is having a hard time letting go. Jongin is sure that his whole world will end up eating him up if he doesn't do anything. He's sure that if he doesn't get enough courage to speak, to shout, he'll lose. He'll lose the one thing he cares about. And something tells him it's going to be faster than he's willing to admit.

All he did was stare at the moon and stars. All he did was stand there all night until the sun came up. Every single night. He felt lonely and tired. But every time he looked to the sky and saw those beautiful lights, he felt like everything was going to be alright. He felt that in the end, all his dreams would come true.