I remember the time where I realized I was wrong about him.

That he wasn't a complete diva but someone who always watched.

Who's every word was guarded, as if he was guarding his heart in a shield that couldn't be broken.

How despite his beauty, he tried to be a better singer, a better dancer, to the point his bones broke.

I remember that time where insults were screamed at me and he secretly left us.

And I found him destroy the anti's who attacked me.

How when Yunho was poisoned he yelled openly at the anti's despite how I found him in his room later.

Crying with all the anti mail sent at him.

He didn't see me.

I remember when that kind person had to be protected.

It felt good, defending something other than myself for once.

How I chased after the anti's multiple times to make the quiet.

How I tried to be better when the insults came after me.

The crack of when my bones broke to the music, the crack of my voice when it creaked.

And the insults came again.

No one helped me.