Chanyeol:

It didn't seem all that long that I had been in my studio, but it took a doorbell to pull me out of my composing trance.

Oh! Oh, no no no no! I'm expecting company. How did the time slip through my fingers? I look down at my song. Pretty much finished, and then I sneak a peek at the secret note, then down at my attire. I haven't showered or begun cooking or... I look around the room. A storm of paper.

I make a quick priority list in my head:

-Number one: get rid of the note.

-Number two: put the song that I had torn my day away securely into the drawer of my desk underneath some other random sheet music.

-Number three: shut up my office and hope no one wants to go inside, the door has no lock on it yet.

-Number four: hope that my first guest isn't Minseok because, not only will he want the grand tour of the place, he will want to clean and organize everything in sight. Especially my office with the way it looks at the moment.

I shove the note deep into my pocket and glance, once again, at my watch as I quickly hurry to answer the door, 6:18pm it reads. No one was supposed to be here until 7 at the earliest. That can only mean one thing. I open the front door.

"Hello Kyungsoo. A little early, dontcha think?"

"I figured that you'd need my help. I guess I was right." He looks past me and into the apartment, then scans me up and down. "Have you even showered? This is irresponsible Chanyeol."

He shoulders past me into the foyer of the apartment, slipping his shoes off and putting them neatly aside.

"Nice to see you too, Kyungsoo. Please, come in!" I reply sarcastically with a smile.

"Show me the kitchen, I'll get things started while you clean yourself up," he gestures up and down my form.

I don't argue with him, I know better than that. Instead, I give him a brief tour of the kitchen and an overview of what I had in mind for dinner and then march to my ensuite bathroom, my mind buzzing.

I close the door behind me and look in the mirror at myself. I'm in athletic shorts with a T-shirt and hoodie. My hair is its natural black-brown color right now and styled to look messy on purpose. I've always been tall and long-limbed, my arms and legs have always looked scraggly in my opinion. I've always been self-conscious of it. Although many people, including and especially my friends, have told me that they envy my 6'1" stature. Of course, I've been called attractive over and over again, but perhaps that's just the norm for an idol and nothing more. Am I handsome enough for HIM, the most beautiful man I've ever beheld?

I take the secret note from my pocket and stare at it with uncertainty. I should destroy it. I know that... somebody may find it and have a million questions for me. But... I look long and hard at the simple words that carry the weight of my world, the force of my fate, within them.

I look back up into the face of the man staring back at me. At this moment, he looks every bit a man deeply in love. For the first time, the words on the note give me strength and assurance, instead of dread and confusion. I know it should be destroyed... but I just can't do it.

I check the time again, it is fast approaching 7 o'clock. I quickly fold the note and open the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, I tuck it in the bottom corner behind some lotions and shut the cabinet door.