to all the boys i've loved before (nct dream)

f o u r t e e n

(i hope you guys enjoy this one <3)

y/n's pov
the rest of the day was unbelievable, filled with embarrassments and rejections and having to explain that i was eleven - thirteen years old when i wrote it to the rest of the boys - renjun, jeno, haechan and mark.

jaemin on the other hand, i avoided in every possible way. every time i entered the room he was in, i left immediately, whenever he tried to speak to me, i told him i was busy every single time. i never knew someone could feel so guilty about lying to a boy.

"how was your day?" johnny asked as we entered our home. "horrible, i hated it, it went bad in every possible way." i explained, throwing my bag beside the staircase and running up the stairs and into my room. i grabbed the blue box and shook it aggressively before removing its lid, revealing an empty box.

no. oh my god.

"johnny?" i said loudly from my door. "what's up?" he asked. "did you clean the house on saturday?" i asked in a rush. he hummed in approval. "you know the blue box mum and dad gave to me?" i added. "no? wait yes i've seen the box. i threw the cards away." he explained. i ran downstairs and walked into the kitchen, where he was.

"when you say you 'threw the cards away', did you send them out?" i said loudly, signalling to him that i wasn't playing around. he only sighed in response. "i figured they were holiday cards so i gave them to the boys." he explained.

holidays cards? johnny seo, ARE YOU-

"well they weren't. they were letters that were only meant for me to see." i mumbled loud enough for him to hear. "what were they about?" he continued.  "n-nothing! don't worry!" i exlaimed, rushing back into my bedroom.

the letters are out. there's nothing you could do about it. all seven letters have been sent to the people you didn't want  them to see.

"hey y/n. that's a cute letter you wrote." a voice said, my head snapping immediately towards its direction, it was jaemin. "jaemin?" i questioned. "i know you love me." he smirked. "s-shut up! you're not real." i mumbled before look out my window, to see the real jaemin walking outside. "i'm more real to you than he is."

"the fuck are you doing?" johnny said from the my doorway. "nothing." i fake smiled, leaning onto the window frame. "anyways, jaemin's here for you." johnny said uninterestedly, biting into his apple. "oh. you never saw me." i said in a rush, grabbing my backpack and climbing out of my window.

"what- y/n! that's not safe!" i heard johnny yell as i slowly walked down the roof, climbing dowm the wooden fence and onto the ground. i ran to the small blue bike and left.

~

i grabbed a straw and aggressively ripped the wrapping off, pushing it into my drink and sipping from it.

"hey, y/n. what's up?" a familiar voice greeted from beside me, it was non other than zhong chenle. "o-oh. hey, chenle." i smiled and avoided his gaze, staring straighr ahead. one of the waitresses came up and took chenle's order.