Unsent Love Letters | Son Chaeyoung

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23:12. Kallea stared at the clock on her bedside table, watching it ticks like how people wait for the time to drop at 12 on new year's eve.

Her mind is drifting off, while after while, random thoughts would sink in like 'what brand of shampoo is Jeno using?', 'where does Jeno go to have his hair cut?'.

She remembered cutting her bangs, maybe it'll not be bad to try it on others? Will Jeno let her? Then, it has gotten worst and leads to 'did Jeno has a stash under his bed too like any other boys out there has?'

This reminds her of a guy she once had a conversation with in a dating app who revealed having a stash of rated18+ magazine under his bed.

The not so pleasant memory immediately makes her feel nauseated. She suddenly felt the urge to cackle because that dude stupidly believes she's actually a guy too.

Kallea, as the explorer she always is, was once again curious about how guys converse so when she created an account in that dating app, she signed in as male. It quite amused her that this guy didn't end their conversation that fast after finding out they have the same sex because usually, guys won't waste time talking to a dude like them, their main target is to hunt their prey, girls of course.

But this guy surprisingly discoursed with her normally, obviously thinking he's a fellow lad. They talked about games, rock bands, taking girls out, stashes the guys had under their bed. Kallea contributed ideas in certain aspects, but she blanks out when the guy asked her 'do you also keep a condom on your wallet?' She was flabbergasted that she deleted the app, but was more dumbfounded when he said it's a freaking lucky charm.

Remembering it now makes her cupped her mouth to muffle a laugh because she will surely crack up. She even googled if it's true! Looking back at it now makes her want to blame her 16 year old self for doing the most ridiculous thing a teenager could do ever.

When her position got too sore, she shifted and laid her back flat on the mattress. It's sometimes not healthy to reminisce one of the stupid things we did in order to sate our curiosity.

She had put her phone down thirty minutes ago. She's done checking pins on Pinterest, saving life hacks on Tumblr, and of course watching a long session of make up tutorials on YouTube which never helps in hopes to tire her eyes out. She has counted sheep too while her eyes were closed a while ago but her eyes never surrenders. She just wanted this day to end and let her mind rest because the last thing she needs to happen for the next hours is to be a confirmed mental patient.

Truth be told, she was anticipating for something. She doesn't know if it's the progress she's excited about. There is no assurance, but she knows how to listen on her feelings. Observing Jeno's actions ever since the two of them reunited as... she wasn't so sure what they are, but she labeled their status as friends— she noted his perseverance. He won't easily quit, Kallea just never dares to point her fingers at his possible reasons because her feelings wasn't fully equipped yet. Friendship indeed was his ultimate motive, but it's not as if he has no other friends to be that dogged in getting her back.

Friends, that's what they were before. She never wanted anything but to bring back their lost friendship but how will they be able to hang out when it's impossible for her to get out of her shielded room?

She has seen Jeno's efforts. He woke up early last morning and waited 2 hours to catch up on her, he never lets the mosquitoes hinder his goal when he stayed outside this afternoon just to get hold of her. And now, it dawned on her... how did Jeno managed to place the letter on the door's creek the first time she received a reply from him?

Closing her eyes, Kallea hugs her pikachu pillow as if it was the only thing she can rely on at the moment. 'Let me sleep pika-pika' She recites on her mind.