"Y-Yuta?"
"Yes, baby bear?"
"...Why do I never have any lines during our songs? Is my singing not enough? Why does no one like me? Am I a bad performer? Is that why?"
Yuta stood there, speechless. He coughed before saying, "No, baby, you're perfectly fine. You're perfect. Your singing is beautiful. I love you so much, and you're a great performer."
"I...Thank you."
Yuta looked at him, genuinely smiling.
Your words will never be enough.
