This short fan fiction was inspired by all of the K-pop fanfics I've read, all the K-dramas I've watched, and my own frustrations with not succeeding with love.
Jaehwan found himself at the rooftop of their apartment.
No, he wasn’t trying to end his life.
He was just frustrated.
Frustrated in love.
Bring in Andrew.
Andrew was a kid from New York.
Jaehwan was from Seoul.
They met in training.
Andrew was shy, but he also had a playful nature.
Jaehwan liked it very much, so he stuck by Andrew.
But sometimes, it could get a bit too much.
Andrew would tease him, but would then apologize cutely.
Jaehwan would have some days where he feels down.
He would sit by the rooftop and look at the stars.
One time he asked, “Why do stars keep falling?”
No one would usually answer, but this time someone did.
“It’s because they’re meant to fall someday.”
It was Andrew, with the deep but sweet, and calming voice.
Jaehwan was used to it, and he knew it would keep him still.
“But why were they meant to fall?” Jaehwan replied.
“They just do, because they were meant to be that way.”
And just like that, Jaehwan knew.
He had already fallen in love with Andrew.
And so, these roller coaster of emotions started.
Jaehwan was always affectionate with Andrew ever since they started getting close.
But this time, with stronger feelings, he realized things were bound to be different.
With that, came all of his doubts, and the goal of not wanting to lose their friendship.
“So what of he didn’t love me back? I shouldn’t mind,” he said self-assuringly.
They continued on with their usual banter, being playful and cute.
Days, weeks, and months passed, however, and Jaehwan found himself falling deeper.
He knew, that if he continued with how they were doing, he can’t go on much longer.
He felt that someday, somehow, he would have to come clean to Andrew.
Every day, every night, every time, and every place.
All Jaehwan could think about was Andrew.
One night, he, Andrew, and some of their friends went out for dinner.
Jiseok asked, “Andrew, do you have an ideal type?”
Both Andrew and Jaehwan stopped.
But the only thing the American boy could say was, “Maybe.”
“Maybe.”
Maybe can be good.
Jaehwan thought, “I could be that maybe.”
“Maybe, I could be his baby,” he said to himself.
But the good feeling of “Maybe” turned into bad.
Everywhere and every time Andrew went with someone else, Jaehwan’s head was filled with doubt.
“What if it wasn’t me? What if I’m not the ‘maybe’?”
The old feeling of guilt consumed him even further.
And it was back to where the story was.
Jaehwan was at the rooftop, looking at the stars.
“If the stars were meant to fall, would they fall into the right place?”
“It depends on where they fall.” Jaehwan was startled.
It was Andrew, in his usual, dapper self.
But they just sat there in silence.
A few seconds in, a few minutes in.
No sound, no movement.
This was the moment for Jaehwan.
He was sure that this was it.
But he found himself moving away from Andrew.
“Maybe,” maybe it wasn’t him.
But even before he moved, he felt Andrew’s head on his shoulder.
“When the stars fall in the right place, they feel warm.”
Jaehwan did feel warm. “Maybe, maybe they do.”
There were no other words, no other movement.
They felt in the right place.
Andrew asked, “Do you feel like you’ve fallen in the right place?”
Jaehwan answered, leaning to Andrew’s head, “Maybe.”
They didn’t need to say anything, they just knew what each other meant.
Andrew again broke the silence, “It was always you.”
Jaehwan answered, “It was you, and again, and again.”
After that, they didn’t need to say anything else.
