Secret Letters to B

Letter #8

Oppa,

I just wish you won't come back.

Time is so fast. Suddenly it's already Saturday, and you'll be going later at 9:00 pm. I'm still awake, it's 3:15 am.

Oppa, this day when I keep thinking of you I get goose bumps. After your ridiculous question the day before yesterday, I'm already scared that you're going back.

The readers don't know it, but, can I tell them what you said?

The day before yesterday, it was midnight. Everybody was sleeping, except for a few friends and you. You suddenly greeted me. You said you were going to sleep. I coldly responded 'okay', right? But you, you, you suddenly said my name, then:


Can I ask you a question, J?


Even before you typed the question, my goose bumps almost reached the ceiling in fear. Oh no. Did I do something wrong again? Before I replied, I kept rubbing my arms, commanding my goosies to stop. But they didn't. I just ignored them, but still, I felt a strange coldness in the atmosphere.


Suddenly my chatbox beeped, and out came your question.


My eyes widened in disbelief.

Oppa, who asks that? O.o

In the middle of the night, you said hi, then asked that kind of question? Why? Why are you so curious?

Oppa, I couldn't tell the readers, for they too might experience having goose bumps. Oppa. Why did you ask that? I'm not being green- minded but, come to think of it, a man like you asked that kind of question. A question with an answer only girls experience. A teenage girl goes through it. But why? Why would you ask that? Are you... are you... planning something? Why did you even ask the date when I had that?

To tell you frankly, oppa, I know you are perverted. I know you are bad. You told that to me. But I couldn't help but feel insulted. I'm okay now, oppa, I forgive you for asking that kind of question, but... I can't move on by those things you asked. Why? Are you... trying to... oh no. That's exactly the reason why I don't like to see you anymore. For a short time.

Oppa, as a girl, a teenage girl, a young lady, we go through that stage, but you, a man, asked the date where I had that? What's worse is, if I have that? Why? Am I being paranoid or is it just the truth? That you'd... oh no, oppa. I can't do that. I won't even dare say that. Oppa, I know you answered that you're just curious and that you are my oppa, but that is seriously not a normal question guys ask. Are you trying to say that on our next date you'd...? Am I paranoid or is it the truth?

I wish you could read this. I'm a bit angry, insulted and confused. I'm angry for I-don't-know-what reason, I'm insulted because you asked that kind of question, and confused if that's what you really meant or not. As I said, that's not a normal kind of question guys ask. You and I almost had 1 hour of argumentation before I answered that. I'm terribly shy by your terrible question.

I accept you and your pervertedness oppa, I guess I was just surprised. And insulted.

For one time, I just want to say that you are stupid, oppa. That's what I can say from my angry side.
From my insulted side, you are stupid, still.
From my confused side, I'm stupid. I did not get what you meant by your 'I'm just curious' and 'because I'm your oppa'. I'm sorry. I just couldn't.


I wish I did not meet you, oppa, I could let you see my face anymore. I don't know why am I humiliated by that single question.


Love,
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