I stood in front of my mirror, half imagining that it was Kyuhyun inside the reflection of it. I looked at it, stomped my foot, and bit my lower lip. What the heck was I doing? Okay, I was probably becoming crazier by the minute. Heck no was I going to confess. Nu-uh.

I told myself to forget about it for ninety-nine times, and on the hundredth I looked at myself in the mirror again and inhaled a deep breath. I looked at my face, pulled a few strands of hair away from my eyes, and stared. A girl like me—with Super Junior’s Cho Kyuhyun. I wondered about it for a while. Well, he wasn’t Super Junior’s Cho Kyuhyun when I met him. He was just…Kyuhyun. And it was different somehow, far more worse than worrying about the fact on how he’ll react once I confess wholeheartedly. I was being stupid, I knew that. But what choice did I have? Quit? Run away? I made a promise to myself, and this was me keeping that promise.

A while later I was there, standing in front of SM building.

Once again I inhaled a deep breath and forced myself inside. I stood in the middle of the lobby, hoping to catch a glimpse of my target. I went over to the man behind the counter and asked for Kyuhyun’s location. Thankfully he’d already recognized me and I wouldn’t have to be dragged out again.

I was told to go up their usual second floor, and that’s when I heard a voice from one of the rooms. I peeked inside, and there was Kyuhyun singing over the microphone in the studio alone. And then I was frozen like an ice cube. I stood at the door and silently listened to his voice.

Something punched my heart. When he sang, it reminded me of the first time when he was nervous to enter this very same room. I had to push him inside.

But now, look at him, as confident as ever.

I stayed to listen, and that melodious voice of his had my mind drift away.

In the middle of the song, he stopped, and his eyes averted to me. I stifled a gasp and tried to hide away, but he called me in.

“Oh, Rika,” he said. He stepped away from the microphone. “I didn’t see you there.”

I nervously stepped inside with the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Suddenly I didn’t feel so good.

“That was…beautiful,” I said stupidly with a dazed expression.

He smiled so sweetly at me that I almost slipped and tripped over the wires sprawled on the floor. Every fleeting second had my brain whirl and my stomach twist. I couldn’t believe I had the guts to even come, and there I was, just a few feet in front of him.

“You really think so?” he asked after a moment, and I nodded enthusiastically without keeping a second to waver. “That’s good,” he said. “’Cause I needed someone’s opinion, anyway.”

“What’re you doing here?” I asked. “Alone.”

He rubbed his neck bashfully as he tried to look at anywhere but my eyes.

“It’s a good thing you’re here,” he said. “So. What do you think of the lyrics? I was thinking it’d make a good confession song, right?”

I agreed with him, because secretly he never knew that I recognized the song. Late Autumn. It was my favorite solo of his. He never really knew, but even though I hadn’t been able to see him for years, I’d kept myself in tu