Dear SEVENTEEN [SEVENTEEN Fanfic]

Letter 09

Letter 09

Dear Mingyu,

So I'm actually writing a letter to you, huh, Gyugyu? You should be grateful I even considered writing a letter to you, Mingyu. Now that I'm writing it, be thankful.

You may have noticed the sour greeting there. Well, you perfectly know that you and I... we're not always on good terms. I know we should forget something that happened in high school, but it's hard to fully forget when you did it on daily basis. Okay, not always on daily basis, but you get the point.

I remember you once came to my table during lunch and just took a seat next to Sungcheol, who sat across me (I miss him dearly. Where is he?)

"Mingyu, what are you doing?" I asked you in a bitter tone. I wasn't fond of people just waltzing in like they own the place so I was slightly annoyed and didn't do much to hide it.

"What does it look like to you? I'm sitting down," you answered, flashing that bad boy smile I hated. You were always so arrogant. Really, you were. It sickens me.

"This isn't your table," I told you, "go sit somewhere else."

"Can't," you said, "can't you see? There are no other tables left."

"Then go somewhere else," I snapped and continued to eat.

"You heard her, man. Go," Sungcheol said, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

But you being your bad boy kind of guy, you just stayed put and even put a hand over the back of your chair. Pardon my poor explanation of that, but you pretty much know how you sat at that time. You grinned and said, "I'm sticking here. I like it here."

Sungcheol didn't say a word. I think he was waiting for me to say something and give him the signal or something.

I sighed and glared at you. "Seriously, Mingyu? Do you have to be like this?"

"Why are you acting this way, then? Just want a seat. Nothing more," you plainly answered.

You were frustrating, Mingyu, seriously. Even writing a letter to you seem so stressful. Nevertheless, I have to continue on writing.

You don't know about me as much as Sungcheol doesㅡhe's my closest friend ever so don't judge me on thatㅡbut you know a little bit of my style. You know I don't hate a person on their outside. I hear their story first before fully hating them or not.

That's why I said we're not always on good terms. Which means, sometimes we are, sometimes we aren't.

Mingyu, I have a question I've kept for so long without ever asking you. My question is... why do you hide behind your bad boy image?

You have such a great person behind your image. A person who the world needs more of. A kind, pure soul. So... why?

You didn't explain why. You just told me. Without an explanation. No questions asked. And up til this day, I often wonder why.

My mind came across you yesterday while Mr. Cha was giving his lecture about the Korean history. The more in-depth details about King Seojung and his army in his time. But I wasn't listening. I couldn't listen. All because of you, Kim Mingyu. Because my suddenly had a thought about you.

The question that has no answer still remains solid in my mind, as if never going to float away like the other questions. Because, unlike the other ones, this question has no answer. None.

I'm a very curious girl. You must know that. I'm famous about it. You can ask Sungcheol. He might say I was stalking him but I always protest to him, telling him that I was just investigating. I'm just doing the same to you.

Clearly, I found no definite answers. Only assumptions that I will never know if are true or just another guess. I don't know what life you're living as. I don't know anything. And... and it's kind of scary knowing I'm living such a comfortable life when you might be drowning in problems more than you can count.

Ever since we graduated, I never contacted you. I didn't get your number or anything so it was hard getting the truth from youㅡthe story behind it all.

Even if it sometimes seem like I hate you, just know I'll always be there to listen to whatever you want to say. One of my assumption is that you have no one better to trust, so you build up this ego to protect yourself from possible vulnerable things. You don't want to get hurt so you do the opposite instead.

But, Mingyu, please know that I'm not like them. Whoever them is. I'm here. I'll be here. I may seem like I won't, but I will.

You're not always alone. Sometimes, it may feel that way, but you're really not. People give you love. They just don't show it every time, but you know it's there. It's like oxygen. Sometimes you forget you can breathe, and that's thanks to oxygen. It's exactly the same, no matter what way you may put it as.

People are there for you. Don't forget that.

Love,

Song Suri