Suho: When I was your age-
Sehun: When I was your height-
Suho: .............
Suho: *storms out and comes back with a step stool* LISTEN!
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Suho: When I was your age-
Sehun: When I was your height-
Suho: .............
Suho: *storms out and comes back with a step stool* LISTEN!

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Heās always there on a place where I couldnāt reach him.
A place so near yet so far away.
A place that becomes his world; a place that makes him shine the brightest.
We used to be so close. But nowā¦I can only look at you from afar.
Sheās always there, standing together with the sea of people.
In a dim place where I can barely see her.
But still my eyes would only look for her, search for her.
You used to be by my side. What happened to us?
I always try to get near him, to stand next to him. Claim the place next to him that has been mine.
But as he continue to stand in the place where he shines the brightest, my existence and my efforts to be near him dims, fades.
Will I ever get to stand next to you again?
Will you stand beside me again? Walk together with me again?
Why are you always there, standing in front of me, but out of my grasp?
Iām singing these songs for you. Doesnāt it reach you?
I hope the day comes that the songs youāll sing will be for me.
But will it ever come?
When here I am, one of the many people who wants your attention, who prays to look at me, even just once.
Canāt you see me looking at you?
Canāt you feel my gaze, my stares, my longing for you?
Are we going to be like this, forever?
What happened to us?