He was the only reason why I became a tomboy girl. I kept on hiding my feelings by acted coolly infront of him just to enjoyed his handsomeness from distance.
He was Seungri. The boy I liked, the boy I loved. I began to fall with him since the first year of high school, when we used to be a classmate, yeah he knew me.
His face turned my world whenever it had caught on my eyes. As one of the players of our school’s basketball main team, he was popular among the girls. He might probably wouldn’t see me more often if I stayed to be a normal girl like the another girls in the school. So, I decided to changed myself into a boys-like girl. I wore some boy’s accessories even I cut my hair. It was all because, I wanted to get his attention. Though, I was sad to let my hair cut and my friends also my parents shocked by my newly changed appearance.
Then, I joined the basketball club. It was good to see him exercising. He looked so cool and sexy with his outfit and those prominent solid abs. Sweats on all of his body looked glisten under the lights.
I began to write poems for him and put it on his locker. I poured all my feelings to him through those poems. I thought it was the best way to express my feelings because I was too nervous to tell them directly. I also changed my handwriting style into a bad and mess style so he wouldn’t know that the writer was me. As you know, I used to be his classmate so probably he already knew my wrting style.
I put it on his locker quietly as not to get caught. And I saw him would open his locker and read my poems. Sometimes he smiled at the paper and my heart would pounding.
You’re the one why I have to change my direction
You’re the one who live my sleeping love
You’re the one why my heart skipped a beat
And you’re the one who I like.
When all the players took a break, I always gave him a bootle of water. Of coure, I acted coolly though it was a bit difficult.
“Yo! Great play, seungri!” I said as I threw the bootle to him.
“Thanks!” he replied, catching the bootle.
“I heard a competition will be held next month. Is that true?” I asked him.
“Yeah. It will be held in our school next month...” I didn’t hear him saying and focused on his face. I lost on my minds when he suddenly woke me up.
“Yah! Chaerin, what are you doing?” he asked me. God. I got caught by him. I was blushing now. Thankfully, I was sitting on the dark side of the court so he might couldn’t see my face clearly but still, I felt a bit panicked.
“Ah? Err no-nothing haha” I answered, trying to be look calm.
“Hmm... Ah, I want to ask you!”
“What’s that?”
“For the past few days, I have got some mails on my locker. I thought it was my fangirl who wrote them but it’s on my basketball locker. I’m curious abot the writer. Do you know who is she?”
I got surprised. “Did he know that it was me?” I asked to myself.
“Uhmm...I have no idea” I lied blushing.
“I gotta go. Bye!” I hurriedly ran to the toilet. I took a rest with my hands sustained my body. I could see my reflection on the mirror and my face was still blushing. I felt my heart was beating hard.
He shouldn’t know the writer of those poems.
Two days later, I wrote another poem for him. Then, I put it on a pink envelope and I changed my writing style a bit different so he would think that the writers were random.
I was able to go to the locker room freely since there was no activity. I took a look around to make sure there wasn’t anyone except me. Then, I slowly opened the locker and put it on his locker. My heart began to skipped. After that, I closed it but suddenly, I felt a hand poked my shoulder. I turned my body and my heart nearly dropped from its place when I saw the hand’s owner was...Seungri. How could he knew me?!
“Se-seungri...” I said awkwardly.
“What are you doing with my locker?”
“Akh, I-I just yeah...you know, I’m just walking around and yeah...I’m...”
“Don’t lie to me. Now, explain the truth” he stared at me. God. If I was an ice cream, I should be melted by those stares.
I got caught. No. It was ok. I had to tell him or else, I would get tired for hiding this for such a long time.
“Yeah, now you know, I’m the writer”
“But why?”
“I love writng thats all”
“Don’t lying” he tightened his hand on grapping my shoulder.
“Be-because...because I like you! I changed my style, I joined the basketball club, and acted like a boy just to get your attention. You wouldn’t know how much....I love you” I said. I couldn’t hold my tears again. I’ve explained all my feelings.
He didn’t replied and immediately hugged me tightly. My knee got weak, and my vision blurred as I felt a strong bubbly feeling around my body. I fell into the ground. My heart skipped fastly.
“Stop crying” he said as he rubbed my tears gently. “You don’t have to change your style or write those poems. Why? Because I like you too. I want you to be my girlfriend but, when I saw you has changed, I’m confused. But it wouldn’t let my feeling out from my heart. I love you. You’re the girl I like, the girl I love” he said before he landed his lips against mine. I cried of happiness. He loved me back. And he made my heart flattered.
We shared a kiss. It was undescribable.
I love you, seungri.
