WHO ARE YOU?

Reminisce

During the filming process, Zhehan found himself struggling to breathe. It was as if every breath was a challenge, overshadowed by the presence of Gong Jun.

Zhehan couldn't tear his eyes away from Gong Jun, stealing glances whenever he thought no one was looking.

Each stolen glance only intensified his inner turmoil, as he grappled with the overwhelming weight of his unspoken feelings.

Every interaction with Gong Jun became an internal battle for Zhehan.

He couldn't bear the thought of revealing his vulnerability and chose to ignore the affection and emotions that danced just beneath the surface.

Even when Gong Jun directed his gaze towards Zhehan, a clear indication of his own hidden desires, Zhehan dismissed it as nothing more than playful banter.

The mask of indifference became his shield, protecting him from potential heartache and preserving the facade of their friendship.

But amidst the hustle and bustle of the crowd, standing beside Gong Jun became a bittersweet experience for Zhehan.

On one hand, he reveled in the delight of having the man he loved by his side, their smiles mirroring an unspoken connection.

On the other hand, the weight of an impending goodbye loomed over them like a storm cloud about to burst. It was the end of an era, the end of their shared moments, and Zhehan couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness deep within his heart.

Not a single expansion was possible, as the finality of the situation cast a shadow of uncertainty over Zhehan's every thought.

This was his last chance to bare his soul, to share the depths of his feelings with Gong Jun. But fear held him captive, rendering him speechless in the face of their impending farewell.

With the stage set and the cameras rolling for the final scenes, Zhehan found himself grappling with the turmoil within.

He stood before the crowd, tormented by questions of what he should do, of whether he could summon the courage to divulge the truth.

The air was thick with anticipation and restless energy, as Zhehan navigated the delicate dance between opportunity and hesitation.

As the final moments of the concert approached, Zhehan's heart remained uncertain.

Would he seize the opportunity to confess his love, to unburden his soul? Or would he let the chance slip away, forever plagued by the haunting "what ifs" that would accompany him in the months to come?

In the end, Zhehan succumbed to his own insecurities, his fear of rejection overpowering any ounce of bravery he possessed.

With a heavy heart, he made the difficult decision to choose an indirect confession, leaving behind a promise for Gong Jun, a promise steeped in the depths of his unwavering love.

"I don't know what lies ahead for you in the future," Zhehan uttered, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and resignation. "But regardless of the challenges you may face, always remain true to your authentic self. Remember, if you ever need assistance from your gege, I will be here, by your side, ready to lend my unwavering support."

Those words hung in the air, a fragile declaration of love, almost as if time ceased to exist for that fleeting moment. Zhehan yearned for the seconds to stretch into eternity, for the warm embrace of Gong Jun's reciprocated affection.

But reality came crashing down, reminding Zhehan of the impermanence of such blissful moments.

And so, he had to let go, grieve the loss of what could have been while grappling with the weight of his unspoken words.

Time marched on, unrelenting, and as the days turned into months, Zhehan couldn't escape the gravity of his unexpressed emotions.

He found himself tethered to the weight of his unspoken confession, its heaviness a constant reminder of the words left unsaid.

Regret gnawed at his soul, as he replayed every missed opportunity, every lost chance to reveal the depth of his love.

Those five months that followed were a whirlwind of emotions for Zhehan. Life presented him with both expected and unexpected twists and turns, each moment laced with a tinge of longing.

He questioned himself relentlessly, wondering if he still possessed a chance to confess, to grant himself the possibility of a second beginning, a renewed opportunity to tell Gong Jun those three powerful words.

However, even amidst his longing, Zhehan couldn't deny the reality that confronted him.

He had been granted ample chances, abundant moments to reveal his truth, yet he let them slip away, unfathomable regrets weighing heavily upon him.

The physical distance that grew between them only served as a stark reminder of his missed chances, a constant ache echoing in the depths of his heart.

Zhehan, now left with only fragments of memories, found solace in the depths of his own sorrow of why does he didn't say it.