A huge part of you is in awe.
You look at these six boys and wonder, for days and weeks and months, how six boys could mean so much to you in less than a year. You, who has been there since their days of being confined to just the training rooms, and you, who stayed through the cringe-worthy episodes of To Be Continued (and Clap Clap). You’ve been there by their sides during the most important time of their lives and still loved them for all their cheek and socks over jeans. You loved them all the same.
And even if you weren’t there before, even if you had stumbled across these six boys without meaning to on a random, beautiful day, even if you decided to love them midway through their Summer Vibes or Confession eras, you are here, and that is all that matters.
You wonder how it happened and why it did. Idly, you think that the reason you love them so much is probably because of the way they just are. You love them for how they’re just happy to be able to do what they love, and you love them because they’re just– themselves. They are not afraid to be themselves.
Then you backtrack and realise you don’t really need a reason, do you? You just do. That is all that matters.
Three years, five years, ten years from now, you’ll still be here. You’ll look back at the first time you met these six boys and wonder where the days have gone, and then you’ll look forward to the days that wait for you both. You will still be here, and they will always be here for you, too.
Nothing could ever be quite as wonderful.