written in love ➣ inseong

viii. letter eight

dedicated to someone who adores jimin more than i do, someone who makes me smile and laugh a lot. thanks rina, everyone deserves a friend like you ♥

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TO SEWON,

when did i stop writing to you about your beauty, and when did i start opening up to you? was it because of our friendship level? or was it because of your sister?

i probably hit something sensitive. i'm sorry.

even though your sister's funeral was yesterday, you still manage to come to school today and pretend that everything is perfectly fine. your hair doesn't lose its bounciness, and your eyes still light up when someone makes a stupidly dumb joke. the only thing that signifies that you went through any kind of loss is the fact that you are wearing all black today. black shirt, black shorts, black converse. honestly, some people think you're a little emo. i tell them to shut up.

today is a pretty good day overall. music class is fun, since we get to play piano and try to sing at the same time. youjin is failing miserably in the corner, as he continues to sing off key and the teacher continues to yell at him to stop screwing up. i don't like to sing very loud in that class. the teacher scares me a little, and i feel like curling into a ball every time she picks on me. she knows that i can sing, but i wish she didn't ask me constantly to sing louder. i don't want to.

i hope your day is as wonderful as it should be. i will talk to you later.

with love, inseong