Think of this as a goodbye story, as a "sorry I'll be gone" story.

Or, if you will, take it as my true and honest feelings. Take it as a naive, obscure confession to a man an ocean away, a man eleven years older, a man internationally famous, a man loved by many more than just I myself.

Take this as a desperate plea.

Or don't. It's your choice.

Entirely provoked by this gorgeous video of this gorgeous man. Thank you, Inkigayo. Thank you, Kim Sunggyu. Thank you, Infinite.

In case you're wondering, yes, it is indeed very late at night (01:35), and I am indeed very tired (just finished taking notes), so yes, unprovoked, perhaps I would not have written this, but no. He is much too beautiful to pass off as a fleeting, say, adoration.