Tell you what, I love you.
I'll tell you what, I want you.
I'll never tell you what, I feel for you.
I will never tell you what, I cry for you.
I will never tell you that I crave for you.
I can never tell, I hunger for you.
I can not say, what I want to always say, for fear of judgement.

My teacher puts a hand over her heart.

"Oh, Suga you have to be my brightest, best, and most creative student!" She complements, and I only put my head down, knowing it's about to go down, exactly what I expect, deja vu.

"Please read it?" She ask as I sigh.

"Must I? Or can you?" I beg.

"Ah, but this has to be one of your best works, I'll ruin it." She pushes.

"And so will I, and anyone else in this class, so please, let it stay one of my best works." I push back, she sighs in defeat.

"I'll read it." TaeTae, one of my closest male friends volunteer.

"Su-"

"Never." I cut of the teacher.

"Why?" He whines.

"You'll make it to dramatic." I answer.

"Exactly, and you won't." I glare, so that is what he was getting at.
I sigh, also in defeat.

"Fine." I grumble, pushing back my hair, and standing in front of the class.

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~Timeskip~
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I heard applause after I finished the poem, and also whistles at the whole "crave for you" and "hunger for you" and they took innocent parts wrong. See I didn't want to read it because most in the class are dirty minded, this poem was not at all dirty, nor was it meant to be, it was a sweet poem, like Romeo and Juliet, or Snow White and the moment her prince kissed her. Like When The Beauty and The Beast danced in the ball room, and showed that they loved each other just by dancing. Non of those include anything dirty. But this class, ruined it. I bet they could tell because my face wasn't "I'm happy you liked it" no, it was "what the hell is wrong with you people?!" That, was my face. They knew they did wrong, it's why they got quite when I let a single tear fall, I quietly grabbed my things and left the room my poem in hand. I went to the Elementary School's playground, and sat on the single swing, the one that was for people who wanted to be left alone, it was their way of saying that. I know it's odd, but this swing has always comforted me in a way.
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~3rd P.O.V.~
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She always ended up there in elementary, from people thinking differently than her, she remembered, it was when Hoseok, Namjoon, Tae, Jimin, Jin, little Kookie, and her where all best friends, and Hoseok would always sit on the fence next to her after having to climb it, refusing to move. At that memory the the wall of tears broke and fell, and left her hoping that sooner than later hopefully she could change genders, and that poem, the one in her hand, could be a different story.

(A/n: I didn't see any reason to really change much in this chapter besides a few typos. Anyway hope you enjoyed!)

Desi out!
Bye~💖