Hundreds of confessions without success
I feel so unconfident should I just go back
I say I'll confess for sure
but it's pointless with no actions in the end
Can't keep my head up in front of you

"I like you."
"Huh-?" Youngjae's face looked shock. Despite the position they were in - legs entangled and chests pressed together - it really did seem like Youngjae didn't understand what Jinyoung was trying to tell him.
So in fear of getting humiliated or rejected, Jinyoung added "As a friend! I like being with you. You know what I mean?"
"Oh~ Yes! I like you too, hyung."
And Jinyoung just nodded, forcing a smile and loosening his grip on Youngjae's hand before drifting off to sleep.

I'm in love with you, why are these words so hard
I keep hesitating to say over and over again
Why is it so hard just to write a simple letter
I keep writing and tearing it over and over again

"Dear Youngjae-ya,
I need to tell you something desperately.
It might sound weird.
I really, really"

No. Jinyoung ripped out the page of his notebook, crumbling up the piece of paper and throwing it towards the trash-can. This was a stupid idea. Who even writes letters anymore?

You may not feel the same way as I do
I may never see you again,
that's what I'm afraid of
Don't have the courage to tell you
With this song let me
open my heart to you

"Jinyoung-ah, are you okay? You look bothered." Jackson took it upon himself to approach Jinyoung after a few days of wat