A Letter To You [SunMork]

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Mork POV

The idol of the university, abruptly how come is on my doorstep? The person I'm trying to avoid since I have a crush on him. Standing in front of me, seeing his smile, my heart hopelessly thriving in happiness. My brain speaks "who cares about his stupid smile" and then my stupid heart whispers "you do, idiot" and I will go with my brain intelligence.

"Good morning, Mork, "

"Morning, P'Sun—what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I have something to give you?"

He takes out two files from his bag. And handed me, it was my project file which I gave to Rain as he didn't even do his project. And another one was Rain's.

"Rain said that I gave them to you before the morning class. In case he couldn't make it on time," He said while looking at me.

"Thank you, I will submit his file for him."

I was about to close the door.

"How's your hand?"

"It wasn't some vital injury, so I'm fine."

"This is good. by the way, have you had breakfast?"

"No. I haven't."

"I'm heading to the cafeteria, how about we go together?" He asked

I wanted to deny it so badly, okay! Not so badly. How can someone say 'no' when their crush asks them to join for the meal. But I wanted to say 'no', however, I can't generally skip my breakfast as I want to avoid him. It is just breakfast which I do every day. So, nothing to be worried about.

"What are you thinking so much, are you coming?"

"—Yeah, let me grab my bag."

Sun POV

With excellence, I stared at him. His slender, long white fingers were making grasp on the book very effortlessly and a black color wrist band was extracted from his cuff as if the work of hasty manner made it barely camouflaged.

His other hand holding a spoon to eat his porridge leisurely. The food wasn't falling on the table, as probably he has been in the habit of reading while eating at the same time.

My gaze travels up to his lustrous caramel brown hair. Adequately the desire to touch it entered my brain, The feeling of touching his hair, Must be soft.

As my gaze darted down on the pair of hazel eyes with a touch of amber, if one notices closely. They are engrossed in the book. A straight and perfect nose, the small natural red lips. The sight of his was quite benign and beautiful. 

Since I have got your letter, I always wondered what kind of person you would be. Nothing as I had imagined you.

What are you afraid of? See, I'm in front of you and you don't even have an idea about me. Sure I found your letter accidentally, however, talking to you was my choice.

"Why are you looking at me?" He asked, and looked at me with that question.

"There is a black stain on your face," I lied.

"Where?"

"Left side of your cheek," I said and he tried to wipe up. And his at this act I was unable not to smile.

"Is it still there?"

I briskly composed myself.

"Yes, let me do it."

I bent over him and touched his warm cheek. pretending to wipe up a black stain.

"Now it's cleared," I said while leaning back in my chair and caught the sight of his crimson face.