Sometimes when I looked her in the eye, I would catch her looking back. Sometimes, when we were looking at each other, she would let a small smile spread. 

 

Sometimes.

 

Sometimes I had to sneak glances at her. Sometimes, she wouldn't even look at me. Sometimes.

 

Sometimes her attention was completely taken up by one person and one person only: her boyfriend.

 

Kim Jonghyun. 

 

Charming, smart guy, romantic, bad-boy-of-girls'-dreams Kim Jonghyun.

 

And I knew, deep down, that she was his. And she would stay his. 

 

Jonghyun is a nice guy. Jonghyun's my bro, you get me? 

 

But his girlfriend. Everything about her intoxicates me. I think... I love her. 

 

I know I love her.

 

Sometimes at night as I'm lying alone, I wonder how it feels to be Jonghyun. Standing prouder than the rest of us, even though he was the shortest of us all.

 

I wonder how it feels to be Jonghyun, and to have Luna so near all the time. 

 

To have the right to those beautiful eyes, to that silken hair.

 

I wonder how it is like to be Jonghyun.

 

I wonder how it is like to be loved by Luna.

 

Luna? Can you read my mind?

 

I'd like to start over. To the day we met. I don't want to have stumbled into you and knocked you over and then apologized with a mouthful of chicken. I want to have done it right. I would like to be given this chance. 

 

Luna, please read my mind.

 

"Hi, I'm Onew. What's your name?"

 

I still think of you the same as I did 4 years ago. 

 

The first time I laid eyes on you. I remember exactly what I thought.

 

"Wow, she's beautiful."