In which Kim Jisoo, the kind class president, yet a loner, falls in love with Kim Seokjin, who is apart of the school's most popular group. But instead of keeping her feelings bottled up, she expresses them through letters, while her medical conditi...
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"You don't marry someone you can live with — you marry someone you can't live without."
— Unknown
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Dear Kim Seokjin,
This is my ninth letter. And my unhappiest one yet.
You asked me the happy question two months ago, and so far, our relationship was cute and going great. I especially liked how you gave me a different flower everyday.
But like every cliché story, our relationship lasted happily for about two months. It's stupid, I know.
I was walking to my locker yesterday, when Bobby, one of the troublemakers here, came up to me confidently, smirking.
When he reached me, he said, "You're Kim Jisoo, right?"
I smiled at him, a strand of hair coming onto my face. "Ne, I'm Jisoo."
Gosh, how much I regret not brushing that piece of hair away from my face.
Bobby's smirk grew bigger, and then he reached out, tucking out that loose strand of hair behind my ear.
Me being me did the first thing I thought of.
I hit his hand, hard, because I'm too much of a coward to slap someone.
But when I turned my head, it was too late.
I saw you leaving, pushing away anyone that came your way.
And I knew the thoughts that were going in your head.
