ily.

Chunji

Organizing my paper.

My file from freshman year in middle school fall. I gasped as I reached the file. Before I could, a hand took the file first. It is Chunjoe.

"Yours?"

I nodded, "Yeah, thanks."

He organized the file. I watched his movements. A smile lit up while he stacked the file along with the others. "You still keep the papers, eh?"

"Huh?" What did he mean by the papers? What paper? "Uhh... Yeah."

So I continued my work. I put on my headphone to avoid people talking to me. I hate when people disturb my work.

I took my phone out and saw my battery is 10% left. Better not playing anything then. I forgot my charger at home.

So I continued to finish my job. Soon, I felt a figure sat at the seat beside me. Before I could turn to see who is it, he spoke.

"I'm glad that you still keep the papers. I feel appreciated. Even though you don't know it was me who gave it to you but still, thanks."

"It's hard for me when I found out that you were gonna move to another school on your high school. That is why I choose to change my class. What's the point of having your name in my class but you weren't there?"

"I like watching you do your homeworks. You look cute af. Not to mention, you look charming when you pull your hair to the back when your hair disturb your concentration."

"But then, you actually didn't move to another school. You went to the same high school with me but we weren't at the same class when I really wanted to. I'm so regret accepting offer from the teachers to change my class."

"So, you started to change. From the happy-go-lucky you to the silent you. What happened actually? But then, I've changed too. I've changed until you don't even recognized this is me. I've cut my hair short. I've dyed my hair black again. I've wear my uniform neatly. I didn't escape any classes anymore. I became a prefect. I changed. Because I heard you secretly like Ae. I want you to see me, not him."

"I felt so happy that this year we are in the same class after being streaming. But guess what, you don't remember me at all. But, it's okay. As long as I can see you, I'm fine."

He silenced for awhile then chuckled, "You know what, there is one time I swap my pendrive with Namjoon's because I want you to notice me. I put my latest photos in there and hoping that you would notice me here. But, all you do is just told Namjoon that you mixed the pendrive with others. You don't even notice the similarities when I passed by you at that time."

"Now that's remind me, are you having a crush at Namjoon? You only smile when he's there. I wish I could be the reason of your smile. But to think again, maybe nah. Anyway, thanks again. I will still love you and wait for you until you meet the one."

He left the desk, leaving me dumbfounded. Chunjoe is Chunji? I mean Chunji, the Alfonso de Albuquerque? The one who I been crushing in middle school?

I looked up, saw him at his own seat. Come to think of it, there are similarities on them. Then, my deskmate came, "Y'kay, mate?" I looked up to her, immediately pulled her into a hug, "I'm so happy."