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yeeun's pov.

i fall in love way too easily for my own good.

ever since ateez transferred to my academy, i've had my eye on one particular boy. he's tall, handsome, kind, extremely popular, smart, and pretty perfect if you ask me. his name is kang yeosang.

my friends say i'm just like his fangirls, and true, in a way i am. but i'm sure my feelings for him are real.

we're desk mates in all of our classes, luckily. he doesn't really notice me or even know my name, but he's all i focus on.

in class, i snuck glances at him as i wrote him a love letter.

yes. a love letter. i wanted him to know i liked him, but i'm way too shy to do that. i clicked my pen open, and began to carefully write...

dear yeosang,

you probably don't know me, but that's okay.
my name is chae yeeun, i'm your desk mate!
i've been thinking about this for a while, and
i think it's time, even if i know what you'll say.
so, yeosang... here's my question: do————

my pen ran off the side of the paper as yeosang snatched my notebook into his hands. before i could protest, he started reading aloud to tease me. my cheeks were burning like a stovetop as he grinned at the letter.

"is this for me?" he asked.

i bit my lip, "hey... stop,"

he smirked before tearing the page out and stuffing it into his own binder. "you really don't think i know your name by now?"

this is a disaster. i just stared at him, "why'd you take it?"

"because it's cute." he shrugged. "so what's the question, yeeun?"

i sighed as i realized all of the class was watching yeosang and i in shock. here goes.

"i wanted to tell you that i..."

it was awkwardly silent for a second, then yeosang started to chuckle. he pat my hair , my bangs flattening out, and said gently, "tell me later, okay?"

with perfect timing, the bell rang, almost as if yeosang planned it. he grabbed his bag and exited class while i sat, amazed.

mayhaps i'm in love...

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