Chapter 15 – Fan POV: "A Love That Doesn't Need a Name"
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I wasn't going to write anything. Not yet. Not tonight.
But then he said it.
"I wish she knew that I like her."
And now I'm sitting here in the dark, staring at my screen, unable to breathe.
Let me be clear—I don't think this was just some vague, scripted fanservice line.
This wasn't a tossed-off fantasy.
This was real.
The way Jaeheon sat there, perfectly still, colder than the air around him, voice like a whisper someone accidentally caught on mic.
His hands didn't move. His gaze didn't flicker.
But his words struck harder than any love song he's ever written.
This wasn't a confession. This was a wound.
A wish he knew would never be fulfilled.
Not a hope—just a quiet ache carved so deep into him that it became a part of who he was.
He didn't smile. He didn't blush.
He just said it like someone offering the last truth they had left.
"I wish she knew that I like her."
And then silence.
Even the host didn't speak for a moment.
Even the members didn't react like they usually do—not even Minjae with his quick jokes, or Rin with his teasing.
It was like the whole room bowed its head to that line.
Because it didn't feel like a romantic fantasy.
It felt like a prayer.
Like he's been carrying this secret for so long, not even to have it returned—but just to let it live in the world a little longer before it dies with him.
This wasn't some idol crush.
This was devotion.
This was… poetry written with teeth clenched and hands trembling.
I've seen AUREUS since debut.
I've watched all the fancams. I've read every lyric breakdown. I've replayed every studio album and acoustic cover.
But this?
This wasn't Jaeheon, the untouchable prodigy.
This was a man who loves someone so deeply, so absolutely, that he's willing to keep it hidden forever.
Not out of shame. Not out of fear.
But because the love itself is enough.
Even if it's never known.
Even if it's never returned.
Even if it only lives in lyrics and memories and haunting glances no one else will ever understand.
"I wish she knew that I like her."
That's not a romantic line.
That's a tragedy.
That's obsession.
That's a love so big it doesn't even need to be seen.
And I don't care who she is.
I just hope, somehow, she hears it.
Because he meant it.
And I think… I think that's the most beautiful part.
COMMENTS UNDER THE POST
@moonlitverses: this broke me. this literally shattered my chest into glass.
@sevenstarswhispers: I'll never hear his songs the same again
@hauntedsoundtrack: "not a confession, a wound" is the most accurate thing I've read
@untitledgold: who IS she… and why does it feel like she's the sun in his sky