Donghae's sent it to him. With the picture. After he'd added more to it. He sent it in chat. Sent it to KRY too. Hyukjae had told Donghae... it's up to him now. The group. Say what needs to be said.

The picture that Donghae had finally decided on... it's a cropped one. From their wedding photos. It shows the bottom half of their faces. Hyukjae's effortful smile. Because he was trying not to cry. Donghae's wide one. Because he was laughing tearfully. 

Hyukjae takes a breath. Standing by the counter. Reads it again.

"Hello. This is Donghae of KRYD. The picture here is from my wedding. On the right is my husband, whose identity you've become aware of by now.

I can't ever explain how happy I was on this day. The days leading up to it felt like a dream. It was both exciting and scary. I thought I would wake up from that dream any minute. I'd come back to a reality where my love could not be mine... not because he didn't want to, but because he knew my fans will be angry and hurt. They don't want him, and they don't want me to have someone to myself, someone to love and be happy with.

He left me before because of that. He is painfully selfless like that. Lee Donghae's fans, his career, his group, KRYD and their fans... All those things were more important than Donghae's feelings for him and his love for me, more important than him and his happiness. Thousands of fans' entitlement, selfishness, and obsession. What's two people's feelings compared to that? 

But his selflessness brought us back. While you all celebrated those rumors of my possible breakup, happy to see me in pain, he obviously couldn't bear it. He was as broken as I was and neither of us could handle that separation.

There were rules then. From him... from the company... from you. I adhered to those rules... for my husband. They were the law for him. He kept himself out of sight. Away from me anywhere in public. He made sure to keep his name and his existence out of my mouth too, just as you wanted. He got upset with me, every time you were angry about my relationship and love for him.

He took it even more seriously than you, because he knew you wouldn't hesitate to hurt me whenever you disapproved of something I said, or something I did. He knew you could ruin my career because you don't even see me as a person. It was his way of protecting me and my career, at least, and I took it all with patience and a smile, because it was my way of protecting him and our relationship.

You could hate the fact that I was married, you could hate me for loving someone, but you couldn't direct your hate towards him. That was okay. For a time, that was enough. We could accept living like that, because he was content being in the shadows, seeing me continue what I love, and I was happy to have him with me, and we could be with each other.

But now that's changed. Now you can hate me