dear beomgyu,

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dear beomgyu,

after our first hang out at your place, it became a habit. your dad always invited me to your house because he said you always get lonely for not having friends. i always tell my mom and she always agreed because i also don't have much friends in our neighborhood.

the next day, at the dance studio, we were ranked according to who was the best dancer among our class. as you were a competitive student, you wanted to be ranked number 1 but our teacher and classmates voted for me. do you remember how you ignored me for the whole class because of that? you didn't even invited me to your house but your dad noticed that something was up so he was the one who invited me.

but before i enter your car, you told your dad that you don't want to be with me or don't wanna play with me. your dad was confused so i went to you and pulled you to the nearest ice cream vendor outside the studio.

do you remember how you went, "ew, that ice cream is dirty." just because i told you it was called dirty ice cream? yes, i remember that, beomgyu. i almost slapped your arms because the vendor might be hurt by your words, but instead, he just smiled and explained to you why it was called dirty ice cream. you were amazed by his explanation and you excitedly tried it. you said it was delicious and you'll surely try it again some other time.

after that ice cream snack, i was a bit startled because you said you were sorry for acting weird and you, yourself, were the one who invited me to your house. when we got back at your car, your dad smiled at me and said sorry for your actions.

i swear, you talked about the dirty ice cream you ate the whole time i was at your house. you even craved for it again but sadly, there wasn't a dirty ice cream vendor roaming in your subdivision so you just waited until the next day.

gyu, aren't you missing those times? because i really really miss those times i am with you.