-From Yunhyeong-
ReplacedDear Chanwoo,
Donghyuk told me to write a list on the reasons why we love you, and I honestly couldn’t do that. I am, like what you always say, a complicated old man after all. So let me just express what I have felt about you from all these years. I hope you’re not too lazy to read this, you pabo.
The first time you came into our lives, we weren’t really in a good place to really welcome you. I could see the others were already surrounding their walls before even giving you a chance, and I didn’t like that. The whole situation was never your fault. That’s why when you told me that you were really happy that I already opened up to you then, made me really glad. As time passes by we all got to love you as our maknae. I felt like, we all grew on to you really well. You were an obedient maknae that we couldn’t resist. That was what made us cling to you and accepted you (dare I say it) better than the other new comers.
But as time passes by, that obedient maknae changed, didn’t he? He slowly becomes even braver to his hyungs. He always teases them whenever he can. Especially me, your beloved roommate. You would always mess my room ON PURPOSE and make noises to annoy me when you were bored when I was clearly sleeping. I hated that.
But ironically, those things that I hated are the things that I missed the most. It turns out that knowing all those things that I find annoying suddenly went away, is actually what I hated the most.
I hate seeing our room being too clean.
I hate that there were no more sounds of your stupid game.
I hate that I couldn’t hear your whining about how strict Hanbin could get at practice anymore.
I hate that whenever I make a joke no one would comment about how unfunny it was.
I hate knowing that there won’t be anyone accompanying me or cuddle me whenever I get to bed.
I hate that the other members don’t tease me about looking just like you.
I hate that now I find myself cooking your favorite meals just to eat them myself.
I hate that I find myself talking to no one when I’m alone in my room now.
I hate that I keep telling myself that maybe you will come to our dorm late.
I hate that I sometimes sleep in your bed just so I could remember how you smell.
I hate the thought of losing you, Jung Chanwoo.
I remember the time where you asked for
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