“Hyung, what’s it like to be in love?” I remember you asking me. I was 18. You were 13. Yet you asked the inexperienced, awkward me. “Hyung, have you ever been in love?” You asked me as we were on our way back to the hotel. I was 21. You were 16. Yet you asked me like there’s something I have worth to tell. “Hyung, do you think we’ll ever get to experience to love freely?” You asked as you lay on the bed opposite to mine. I’m 24. You’re 19. Yet you turned to face me and smiled, like things are supposed to be fine. Love? Isn’t it too early for that? Love? I have been loving you all this while. Love? Maybe. In time. 1706616 | Seokjinverse #1









