About

I've liked you since I first saw you when I was nineteen. I felt lucky that you were the one who found me. I practiced like my life depended on it just to hear a single word of praise, and that one 'well done' kept me going for days. Eventually, I debuted and reached the top. But I wonder what the point of it all is. You don't even give me a proper look. I know. You have a company to run, and work is more important to you than anything. I fell for you knowing that. Still, sometimes I think you're being too much. It feels like in your eyes, I'm still just that kid you picked up at nineteen. I intended to hide it. I've hidden it for so long, I thought I could keep doing it. I know you'd get scared and run away if you found out. But lately, my heart keeps slipping out of my control. I find myself wanting to be near you, getting grumpy over nothing, and those bastards lingering around you annoy me even more. There have been countless dating rumors and scandals. I've never given any of them a second glance. But the funny thing is, you only look at me when those articles break. You ask if it's true, check who the other person is, and stare at my articles all day long. Is it for the company? Is it to protect the product named Cha Yi-heon? I know. That's probably all it is. But I don't care. If that's what it takes to make you look at me, care about me, and be even a little bit shaken. Because I have no intention of remaining just the 'Cha Yi-heon' you raised forever.