Unsent Love Letters | Son Chaeyoung

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[ Hey Jeno, it's me again Kallea. You probably don't remember but we were classmates on preschool. The day you told me I'm smart still makes me smile until now tho it happened 14 years ago, and we never talk again. ]

Folding the letter in half, Kallea inserted it in the envelope waiting to be sealed and kept.

This letter counts 2313, so she writes 2313 at the back of the envelope and put it inside her drawer, where all of her unsent love letters were safely hidden.

She then peeks out of the window, spotting the room that's facing hers and glanced at her bedside table. There, a clock is sitting, hands pointing to 8 and 3. Five more minutes, and she'll get to see her sunshine next door.

Jeno will be outside around 8:20. He walks to school every Friday but rides his bike Monday to Thursday.

The closest guess she has upon why Jeno is walking every Friday was because his first class is 1 hour late than his usual weekdays schedule. That way, he has time to trudge and savor the early sunrise.

Exactly 8:20, Jeno went outside wearing his school varsity uniform, looking so fresh as always. His hair still looks damp from the shower, the trace of the comb was still visible. This is something that haven't changed since then and it just warms her heart to see few things that stays the same as they were before.

Kallea's eyes shoot hearts as she saw her sunshine next door, almost as if she haven't seen him for years. A smile formed her lips and on her cheek a dimple peeked.

She's living for this everyday scene, in which Jeno would show up next door every morning and she will watch him from afar like a creep over her windows. Jeno's home-school routine serves her day a start-off. If this doesn't happen, then something would automatically be missing, and she hates to have that feeling.

One thing she loves about when staring at Jeno was his eyes. They were round if he's serious but when he smiles, it shapes like a moon, bright and mesmerizing... she can see life through it. His ebony lashes that can bear a matchstick due to its length is something boys would envy. His face is the kind your eyes can't leave, none like an other.

"If you could only see me with those eyes." She secretly muttered, guaranteed Jeno won't hear because he just put his earphones on.

But just when Kallea thought Jeno would begin to walk, he suddenly stops for a second which prompted her heart to race miles.

Then for the first time ever, he looks up on her windows.

Kallea never knew the slow motion factor in movies do exist in real life until she gets to be in those characters shoes right now.

The time ticks slowly as their eyes crashed on each other. Jeno's round eyes meeting her prominent ones. Was it only because this is the first time or it really felt like magic when someone looks at you with an indescribable intensity?

But the sparks didn't last long and suddenly dissipated when Kallea gasps in surprise and quickly bends down to hide below her window pane.

She then silently prayed to all the saints out there that Jeno didn't knew all along that she's on her windows observing his every movement, because the last thing she wants right now was to be compared with a stalker or worse—to an idol's sasaeng.