STRAY - Stray Kids Imagines/One Shots

secret • Yang Jeongin

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     something that is not properly understood; a mystery

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"You looked very nice yesterday. I liked how you did your hair. It was nice to see a change, but then again, it's nice to see you regardless.
Spring is coming but the beauty of the cherry blossom bloom is nothing compared to you."

I smile as I fold up the note and tuck it into the pocket of my sweater, closing my locker.

Everyday for all of my senior year I've received anonymous notes in my locker written on the same cherry blossom note paper with the same green gel pen. I know I should be a little bit creeped out by the persistence, but they're always so sweet and to be honest I need this sort of pick me up everyday.

Senior year is tough, especially when you're trying to get into one of the most prestigious business schools around and you're working two jobs. Being able to see a little love letter every morning keeps me going strong and gives me that little push I need to be my most successful self.

I smile to myself as I make my way to my first class of the day. Love letters. Some days I feel like I'm in some teen fantasy novel, but then I remember my life is too boring for this to ever work out the way this admirer is probably hoping. Oh well, I can dream.

Plopping down at my desk I smack my friend as he snores, face down and drool piling on his textbook. He snorts and sits straight up.

"I'm not taking notes for you today Chan, I have an assignment due and I don't have time to explain the lesson for you" I glance over to my friend as he wipes the drool off his mouth and shakes out his hair.

He gives me one of his signature smiles and a thumbs up. "That's fine. I know you're busy lately with that note giver of yours. It must be exhausting getting constant affection every day."

I roll my eyes at him and smack him again lightly. My ears begin to heat up so I focus my attention on the teacher as he enters the classroom.

Chan and I whisper to each other throughout the class, me asking how his career is coming and him sharing his theories on where these notes are coming from. They all sound insane. The common theories include a shy freshman, one of our other friends, the boyfriend of my locker neighbour putting the notes in the wrong locker, a highly elaborate senior prank and his all time favourite: aliens and/or ghosts.

Chan always knew how to make a philosophy class more interesting.

The bell rings and I pack up my things.

"(Y/N), may I speak to you quickly?" My professor calls out to me and I nod, making my way towards the front of the classroom.

"What's up?" I chirp happily, waving to Chan as he leaves for his next class.

"Firstly, congratulations on the marks! I'm very proud of you and I'm sure the universities are all fighting over you right now."

I beam, "Thank you sir! Couldn't do it without you."

"Yes, yes of course," he chuckles, "Now what I really wanted to ask you was if you would be willing to tutor one of your fellow students? He has approached me and asked for some extra help in this unit but as a teacher I can only do so much before I start giving answers away."

"Of course, I'd be happy to help! May I ask who it is?"

"Ah yes, it's Yang Jeongin. He's right over there." I look as the professor points to a quiet boy in the back corner of the room. He's still packing his things when the professor calls him over to the front.