Sometimes I wished that you were more like Kikwang.



“Hey Kikwang, what do you think about this shirt?” I took out the shirt I’ve just bought and held it in front of him. Kikwang paused the drama he was watching to look up at me. His eyes widen and a smile soon appeared on this face. 

“Seungie! The shirt is totally so cool! Where did you get this?” Kikwang waved his hands and made grabby movements with his fingers. I passed to him the shirt and he grabbed it instantly. He placed it on his chest and ask, “ How do I look?” 

I snickered and grabbed back the shirt. “It’s mine. Don’t even think about wearing it.” Kikwang pouted but soon he smiled. “Seungie, your fashion sense is the best!” I smiled back at him and ruffled his hair. He giggled and returned to watching his drama.

I left Kikwang and walked into our shared bedroom to ask for your opinion. You were lying on the bed, reading a magazine.

“Junnie, what do you think about this shirt?” I grabbed the shirt and paraded in front of you.
“Hmm.. it’s nice.” you replied. However, you didn’t even look up from the magazine you were reading.
“You weren’t even looking Jun.” I pouted, disappointed that you didn’t bother to see how I looked in the shirt I just bought.

“You look good in anything. I trust your fashion sense.” You fixed your spectacles and continued reading. 
I stood in front of you for a moment before putting the shirt back into the shopping bag and throwing it in the wardrobe.

I wished you would pay more attention to me. 



Sometimes I wished that you were more like Doojoon.



We were all seated in the living hall watching tv. Doojoon, Yoseob, Kikwang and Dongwoon were sitting on the couch while you and I were sitting on the floor. 

“Doojooooooooon, I’m cold.” Yoseob whined. He was rubbing his hands together to create warmth. 
Doojoon looked to his right at Yoseob and smiled. He gestured for Yoseob to come nearer and hugged him. “Feeling better?” Yoseob nodded and snuggled against Doojoon. 

After awhile, I was beginning to feel cold. I looked at you and said, “ Junhyung, I’m cold too.”
You continued staring at the television screen and told me to take a blanket or to put on a jacket instead. I glared at you but you paid no heed. Overcame with sudden anger, I walked off with a huff.


Why couldn’t you be a little bit more loving?




Sometimes I wished you were more like Dongwoon.




After a long day full of practices and recordings, we finally headed back home. We quickly took our