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born: 1997.05.30
❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭❞
#06: BAE JACOB senior ; partner for a project
TO ALL THE BOYS I WANNA KISS:
dear bae jacob,
we first met when we got paired up for an arts project. at that time, juniors and sophomores were mixed, as not many had applied for arts classes, but the atmosphere was very relaxing regardless, everyone minded their own business.
one day, our teacher gave us a group project, where we had to prepare a presentation about artists during medieval times. she assigned everyone a partner and we got paired up.
i don't think neither you, nor me minded working together on this project, despite never even seeing each other before. for me, i assumed every arts student was calm and pleasant to work with, so that was why it wasn't a big deal for me.
you greeted me first. your voice was extremely adorable and i couldn't help but to smile upon hearing it. we quickly agreed on an artist, which by the way i don't remember anything about, neither do i remember who he even was. for the rest of the lesson, we got to know each other a bit further.
i found out you transferred from canada to korea for college which was interesting. it reminded me of kevin and you blushed when i mentioned his name. so you had a crush on him for about a year. at least i finally see you two walk through the halls hand in hand, it's been time.
back to us, we distributed the amount of work equally, but somehow you found out that i was failing a few of my science classes. you came up to me one day during lunch, somewhere far from where people could hear us and asked me about it. i told you, without second thought.
then you proceeded to tell me you'll do most of the work from now on. i told you no. you insisted. i gave in, tears streaming down my face.
you see, i'm not a sensitive or emotional person, but the way your eyes sparked with worry or you gave me a reassuring smile as i talked about my hardships keeping up with the workloads of each of those classes... my lips quivered and before i realized it, i cried.
you gave me a very tight hug and i took you in. you smelled like a coffee shop, but not the strong scent of coffee beans, but rather of sweet vanilla or honey. it was very calming and distracted me from my problems i thought about mere seconds ago.
sniffling, i thanked you thousands of times and you told me, "don't worry about it. focus on your classes, i'll handle everything."
and you did hold your promise. you did the research, arranged everything and handed me the final product, so that all i had to focus on was to learn my part. bae jacob, i am more than grateful for your actions. you actually saved me from failing my classes! i was able to focus without any further stress added onto me.
something about the way you care for others around you makes me think you not only smell, but taste like vanilla as well. or the comforting scent of caramel. i know you have a boyfriend, but still.
