ily.

Chunji

I looked through my journal while walking with Namjoon and Minhee. I looked for an empty space but I can't seem find it.

"Babe,"

I looked up to Namjoon, "What?"

"Can you tear a piece of paper for me? I need to write something." said Namjoon with a guilty grin.

"Here too, mate." Minhee sheepishly grinned. I smiled and nodded, "Wait, lemme find empty one."

I flipped and search the whole book but I can't find any. "Er, guys. I don't think I have any though."

"What do you mean by that? Didn't you just got that book last month? What on earth that you wrote there? Are you making poems and short story there?" Namjoon nagged.

"Hee, just some scribble here and there." I grinned.

Minhee squinted her eyes, "I need to see what have you write."

"Me too." Namjoon tried to reach my notebook but I managed to hide it first.

"Minhee, hold her." told Namjoon, trying to hold my arm. But I flailed strongly that they loose their grip. Immediately I sprinted, leaving them.

I turned to them, stucked out my tongue while laughed.

"Babe, in front you!" "Look front!" Both Namjoon and Minhee exclaimed in unison.

I quickly turned around, only to found myself collided with someone. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

"Nah, it's okay. Why are you running on the corridor?"

I froze as I looked up. Chunji, or more accurate, Chunjoe.

Accidentally, I dropped my books and fall right on my foot.

"Oh god, are you okay?" asked Chunji panicked. I went down, rubbing my aching foot, "Yeah, I guess."

"Lemme send you there." I nodded and stared the floor. He ended up dragging me along the hallway.

Where is Namjoon and Minhee? As how best friend always treat each other, they ran away, leaving me with Chunji.

Why does the store felt so far? I cried inside. This is just so awkward! Plus, he is Chunji, the long-lost crush that I never noticed. I hope he didn't talked about what he said earlier.

After a few inner sighs and coughs, we reached the store. I put everything aside as I thanked him.

Little did I know, Chunji saw a white envelope slipped between my note book. Even the writing is small, he still can read it.

'Lee Chunji.'

He took it without my knowledge and bowed as he walked away. After he was out of my sight, quickly he read what was written on the letter.

Dear Chunji,

Knowing that this letter won't reach you, I bravely wrote this letter for you.

First, I want to say sorry that no knowing you are my Alfonso de Albuquerque. You just looked so different that I barely manage to spot your similarities. If you didn't tell me what happened (that time when you telling me everything without knowing that I didn't plugged my headphone sorry for eavesdropping or isn't it?)"

Chunji chuckled as he continued.

"I will never find out about that.

Second, fyi, I do notice that those photos in your pen drive is you but thing isn't clicked in my head that time. Forgive me for my ignorance.

Last but not least, ASDFGHJKL YOU LIKED ME BACK THEN?!  TAT ALL THE TIMES YOU KNEW ABOUT THAT? KNEW ABOUT MY FEELINGS TOWARD YOU. I WONT MIND THESE CAPITAL LETTER BECAUSE YOU WONT READ IT ANYWAY. BUT STILL, ASDFGHJKL OMG I AM SO ASHAMED RIGHT NOW. I BET YOU KNOW ALL THE THINGS I DID OH MY GOD FORGIVE THE IMMATURE ME TT^TT

Sincerely from my deep heart,
your old immature admire"

Chunji heaved a glad sigh as he put the letter in its envelope.

Meanwhile, me in the IT Lab dropped to the ground. My legs felt like jelly. Walking with him after knowing he was Chunjoe is too hard. I almost gave up at the middle of corridor.  I took a deep breath as I managed to sit on the chair. As the notebook is already on, I clicked on 'popopopoljhmbpmhcuwldmjhspjmkthmyg' folder.

There, all of Chunjoe's and Chunji's photo is in there. I smiled a bit as I scrolled over those 400++ photos. Yeah,  do call me sasaeng because I feel like one. Except I never touch his belongings or took it. Well,  maybe just his photos.

Then,  all of sudden, the door swing opened.

He came back. With a white envelope in his hands.

Swiftly, I turned to the place where I put my letter to him and found no trace of the letter.

I gasped, "Where did you found it?"

He smiled.