REMEMBER TO SMILE. x bts series

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December 3rd, 2016.

Dear diary,

Reflecting back, I felt that what happened then, was a mistake. Too much of a mistake.

Like I said in the first entry, I regretted what I've did. Doing something stupid, acting like a fool... If I could, I want to rewind to the time and change things up.

But we all know that can't happen.

I didn't ask much, or for anything else.

I just wanted to know why he acted differently ever since I confessed my feelings.

Yes, I admitted my feelings to him and boy, have I ever felt so relieved yet worried for my heart.

Guess what?

He changed right after that.

Yes, I know, everyone started behaving hostile towards another person once an unrequited confession happened, but he... There was something wrong. Even if he hated me for confessing, he hid something else from me, I could tell even if I couldn't ask him.

He started to put makeup too, mostly just concealer to hide his blemishes, I would guess. He was growing up, and he suddenly was talking to the wrong people. I could easily tell under the lighting that there was something beyond the attitude he had put up.

He had multiple detentions and suspensions for his behavior in school. He was not like that before. He wasn't a delinquent.

He abandoned his classmates more frequently than usual, with his tendency to leave the classroom first once the bell rang.

He always made me conscious of myself. He would shoot a dead eye with curses under his breath for all the times we bump to one another in the hallway, and he swore he never wanted to see me again.

There was that one phone call.

That one phone call that had made me gave up... almost.

And that one phone call which turned his friends into the school's biggest jerks, next to him.

Of course, many girls still held a crush on him, mainly because he was still Kim Seok Jin, the oldest in the gang. The gang everyone loves.

The guy I had a crush on before he became all that, unbottoned shirt and colored hair.

The guy I couldn't help but notice changes in him everyday.

Right, I so did not cried.

Do you know how I've always felt?

When I told myself to hate him for it, yet I couldn't hate at all.

Because we were both victims in our own versions of the story.

xin ae