dear jung wooyoung,
i saw you.
i fucking saw you at our school festival today.
i was for sure not hallucinating, because how could i not recognize you?
you may have looked a bit different with your dyed hair, a couple of jewelry, and a dab of makeup on your face, but it was still you.
you were in the crowd sitting in the theater while my class was performing a play, sitting next to yeosang.
i wasn't playing an exciting role or anything, being a tree in the background, but i could feel your eyes on me.
i could simply feel your presence in the room.
i swear, it has to be you. it can't be anyone else.
i wanted to see for myself, and ran straight to you guys after the play only to see yeosang by himself.
when i asked him about you, he replied with, "what are you talking about? i haven't seen wooyoung since last year."
i am sure that he's lying, and that he is covering for you.
because how could i not recognize you?
why did you show up?
why did you run away from me?
from,
chung yuna
YOU ARE READING
FROM ME, TO YOU || ATEEZ ✓
Fanfiction❝i don't remember when i started to like you.❞ written letters from a girl, to her first love. (wooyoung x reader) prequel of TO YOU, FROM ME © starry_1117 | 2021