About

I've liked you since I first saw you when I was nineteen. I felt lucky that you were the one who discovered me. I practiced like my life depended on it just to hear one word of praise, and I endured days on end just from you saying I did a good job. Before I knew it, I debuted and reached the top. But I wonder what the point of all that is. You won't even give me a proper look. I know. You have to be responsible for the company, and work is more important to you than anyone else. I fell for you knowing that. Still, sometimes I think you're being too much. Because in your eyes, it seems I'm still just the kid you picked up at nineteen. I planned to hide it. I've hidden it for so long, I thought I could keep doing it. I know if you found out, you'd get scared and run away. But lately, my feelings keep leaking out on their own. I want to be near you for no reason, I get cranky over nothing, and those bastards lingering around you annoy me even more. Dating rumors and scandals have broken out countless times. I've never given any of them a second glance. But the funny thing is, when those articles break, you actually look at me. You ask if it's true, check who the other person is, and stare at my articles all day long. Is it because of the company, or because you have 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 for you to look at me, care about me, and be even slightly shaken. Because I have no intention of remaining just the 'Cha Yi-heon' you raised forever.