I could never care with the way he goofs around like a lost child in the middle of the day. Or maybe the way he jumps around for no particular reason, besides when the pink haired boy admits that he's good looking. I could never give a damn about how sings the way he wants to, sings the part he wants to, and just skip it to another song when he feels like doing it.

I could pay the most detailed attention to the little wrinkles in his eyes when he tried to look like a child. Or to his furrowed eyebrows when he was being sarcastic, for the sake of being the joke of the group. Or the way he walks like he's a middle aged woman when the skinny oldest guy convinces him to do so.

I could watch him throwing his body onto the couch with an xbox controller all day without getting tired. Or watch him dancing with a pair of sleepy eyes, drowning inside his big red hoodie. Or caught him inside his closet, sitting down with a bowl of cornflakes, for the sake of being undisturbed by the other hungry 5.

I could make myself forget. I could delete him out of my mind. I could just forget the wrinkles on his eyes, think that his jokes aren't funny anymore, and don't see. I could and I did. And I expected myself of missing him and crawling back to him, every second and every breath. And I went through those shits, as I expected.

But when I see 3 minutes and 53 seconds of him laughing, goofing around, being the lazy ass he is, I could care less.

I did not prepare to fall for him all over again.




(Tribute to Lee Jaehwan)