Your POV

"Kris!" I waved a hand in front of his face.

"Huh? What is it?" he looked at me.

"Nothing," I smiled and looked away.

"Don't do that! I'm thinking!" he told me.

"About?" I asked.

"Something. I do not want to tell you for doing that to me," 

"Yah! Oppa! Tell me!"

"No,"

"Wae?"

"It's a surprise to her,"

"Can't you just tell me who she is? You know I'll keep it a secret,"

"I know that, but I don't want you to know,"

"What are you doing anyway?"

"Writing something,"

"A song? Or a love letter?"

"One of those. Or maybe both,"

"I don't understand,"

"Good," he said, wriiting. I sighed and stared at him. It made me feel bad to be jealous of whoever that girl was, since she was lucky to be liked by an EXO member. My friends kept telling me that I was lucky to be close with him though, but there was a difference between to be liked and to be close with someone, right?

Kris POV

"A song? Or a love letter?"

"One of those. Or maybe both,"

"I don't understand,"

"Good," I started writing again. It was the first time I wrote a song, so it was hard for me so I just hoped she would like it when I finished. I looked at her while I was in the middle of writing. I knew it was strange for me to like my best friend, but I still liked her or maybe I already started to love her. I looked back down at what I was writing. It was almost finished and I had decided to match it with the sounds of a guitar, maybe to give off some sort of feel.

                         .                 .                  .

"Hyung, why are you always in the practice room? What are you doing?" Chen asked me.

"Something,"

"Did you tell her yet?"

"No,"

"You've liked her for almost a year. You should have told her by now,"

"That's why I'm doing this,"

"Are you...writing a song?"

"Yes,"

"Good luck,"

"What did you say?' I glared at him.

"Nothing," he said quickly. I sighed and looked down at the guitar.

*A Week Later*

"Yah!" I called to her.

"What?" she sighed. "Kris, I have to do this,"

"This'll only take a few minutes,"

"What is it?" she asked me. I closed my eyes and started to sing softly. I looked at her when I finished. She was staring at me, and blushing. I smirked.

"Saranghae," I said, making her blush deeper. 

"I don't understand," she said, confused.

"You're the girl I like. Got it?" I sighed.

"Oh," she nodded.

"Go out with me?" I asked.

"Arasseo," she shrugged. I smiled, looking down. This was going to be good. I finally told her how that I loved her, after nearly a year. And the best part was the fact that she accepted me.