October's Sunshine • Jeong Yunho

08

Soomin pov.

A few days passed and we were back to school. It was so nice to see other faces.

I was making my way to the locker and saw some rose petals on the ground. I didn't give any importance to it and opened my locker to put in my things. As I did it, a single rose and a letter were inside. I raised an eyebrow and took them out.

"Soomin! Are you coming to class or not? Come on the teacher is coming!" Soyeon yelled as she was about to drag me by the clothes.

"I'm coming now," I said and took my books and the letter with me.

———

It was the middle of the chemistry class and it was boring. The teacher kept telling us about her life drama and didn't even teach.

I then remembered I had the letter with me and decided to open it.

Dear Soomin,

I'm writing you this first letter to let you know that I'm sorry for the past. You might know or not who I am but it will be a mystery for you for some time...
As I was saying, I am sorry for making you feel what you did. I know, I'm a horrible person and I don't deserve you at all. You're too good for me.
Hope you won't find out too soon from who is this letter.

With future love, xxxxx

I was confused. From who could this be? I had so many questions.

Just then I realised Jongho read the letter as well.

"Who could that be?" He asked and raised an eyebrow.

I shrugged. "How should I know?"

———

Days passed, 11 to be exact, and every day I found a single red rose and a letter in my locker. I was getting suspicious.

"Are you sure it's not your ex? Maybe he finally realised he is a dickhead." Mingi said and chuckled.

I sighed and threw the letter from today on the bed.

I clear my throat. "I'm lowkey scared. What if it's an obsessed stalker?"

Jongho burst out laughing and playfully hit my shoulder. "You're funny Soo."

I rolled my eyes and looked at the roses that were now in a vase. I wasn't even thinking about throwing them. They were gorgeous.

Then I remember something.

"What is your favourite flower pal? So I can know for the future." He said and winked.

I giggled. "I love roses. Red roses. They're so pretty. Ugh how badly I want to be gifted red roses."

He smiled and pinched my cheek. "Keep dreaming."

"Guys..." I started and got up, "What if, but only what if, it's Yunho behind all of this?"

The boys looked at each other confused.

"You might be right," Mingi said and took one of the letters to look at the handwriting.

"Hm... It's a pretty handwriting. But I know a lot of boys writing this pretty," he continued and shrugged.

At that moment I wanted to smash my head on a wall. And if it was Yunho, what is going to happen next? I say to myself and throw myself on the bed growing.

Jongho sighed.

———

It was midnight. I had the best sleep until my phone started going off.

I growled and picked it up, seeing multiple messages from an unknown number.

"Soomin, answer."

Multiple messages read.

I rolled my eyes and typed back.

"Who are you and what do you want? Don't you know people sleep at this hour?"

The last text was "Open the window."

My eyes widened but I slowly got up from my bed and opened the window hesitantly.

Then a wave of shock hit you like a truck.

It was Yunho with a huge bouquet of red roses and a big dog plushie.

"Y-Yunho? What are you doing here..." I said and took a step back. My heart skipped two beats.

"Soomin..." He started and got inside of my room. I was scared.

He continued. "All the roses you got in your locker and the letters were actually from me."

My eyes widened once again and I could see the tears escaping his eyes and meeting his red cheeks.

He suddenly pulled me in and hugged me tight, sobbing on my shoulder. I freeze as I wasn't expecting any of this.

"Soomin, can I please stay?" Yunho asks as his voice breaks.

I was feeling so bad for him, even after everything happened. "Sure, just be quiet... Jongho is staying over."

A few minutes later, he calmed down, lying now on my bed in my arms for comfort.

I sigh and look at the clock, 12:23 am, then notice Yunho is already asleep. I smile to myself and play with his soft hair before I fall asleep somehow.