Haejin’s POV

            Good luck, Yongguk! :)

I stared at the message I typed out and pondered for a moment. I hit Backspace.

            Good luck, Yongguk! (^v^)/*

Ugh. Just. No. Backspace. Backspace.

            Good luck, BangApe! (8):3

Hmm. Or should ApePig be better? Backspace, Backspace.

            All the best! I know you can do it.

Will that be okay? Backspace.

            All the best! I believe you can do it!

Will that be too much? Backspace.

            All the best!

I guess that’ll do.

            All the best! :)

Uhh why is this so hard.

            All the best! (^3^)/

Okay. I stared at it for the longest moment. Okay. Yeah. That’ll be fine. Add recipient; . Oh, he’s still that in my contact list. Haha. Oh well.

I can’t press send. I just can’t. Ugh. I threw my phone on the bed and went to get dressed for their concert. Their first concert that I’ll be watching – I got free tickets, which is nice.

Haemi and I returned to the hotel after the concert. It felt ridiculously quiet without the boys around. Their performance was quite impressive, but the fans were crazy. I almost lose a shoe, someone pulled my hair twice, a hyperventilating fan-boy accidentally elbowed my eye and I think I was going deaf after all their desperate screaming – Haemi is no exception.

Sometime during their performance, I caught Yongguk looking my way. Was he looking at me? But the fans around me kept squealing that “oppa” was looking at them. I guess I might be equally delusional.

I noticed he messed up his steps at one point. Was he okay? The last time we said anything to each other was when we were boarding the plane in Korea. He’s probably fine. I’m probably just overthinking too much. I went to continue carving pumpkins to distract my mind.

“My beloved dumb sister, you forgot to press send.”

“I purposely didn’t.”

“Wh