I hope this book has alot of readers I really wanted to be a writer😭💔
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Yeonjun never believed in romance.
Not the kind written in books, not the kind sung in love songs, and definitely not the kind that made people scribble hearts in the corners of their notebooks.
Love was too messy, too uncertain. It made people do foolish things—made them wait, made them hope, made them break. Yeonjun wasn’t stupid enough to fall into that trap.
But then he found the first letter.
It was a chilly Thursday morning, the kind where students shuffled through the hallways half-asleep, clutching coffee cups like lifelines. Yeonjun was no different. He reached his locker, yawning as he twisted the combination lock, fully expecting the same mess of textbooks and crumpled papers.
Instead, something unfamiliar sat between his books.
A letter.
Neatly folded, the paper was slightly worn at the edges, as if the writer had hesitated before slipping it in. His name was scrawled on the front in careful, slanted handwriting. No sender. No hints.
Just… a letter.
Curiosity stirred in his chest as he pulled it out and unfolded the page.
> Yeonjun,
I know you don’t notice me. You never have. But that’s okay.
I just wanted to tell you that you’re more than what people see. They admire your confidence, your smile, the way you laugh like the world is yours. But I see more than that. I see the way your eyes lose their shine when you think no one’s looking. I see the way you pretend to be okay, even when you're not.
And I just wanted you to know... you don’t have to pretend. Someone sees you. Someone cares.
Signed, your secret admirer.
Yeonjun’s fingers tightened around the paper.
His first thought? Who the hell wrote this?
His second? Why does this sound so real?
He wasn’t sure what he expected—maybe some cheesy confession, something along the lines of "I think you’re cute, let’s go out." Instead, the words felt... personal. Like this person had been watching him, understanding him in ways even his closest friends didn’t.
And that unsettled him.
“Dude, you good?”
Yeonjun jumped, nearly dropping the letter. He shoved it behind his books just as Soobin appeared beside him, eyeing him with curiosity.
“Uh, yeah,” Yeonjun said quickly. “Just tired.”
Soobin raised a brow but didn’t push. “Well, hurry up. First period’s starting soon.”
Yeonjun barely heard him. His mind was still stuck on the letter, on the careful words, on the way his heart had skipped when he read them.
And for the first time in a long while, he felt something strange blooming in his chest.
Hope.
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The Letters Keep Coming
The second letter appeared the following Monday.
This time, it was taped inside his locker door, waiting for him like a secret meant just for his eyes.
> Yeonjun,
You looked tired today. Were you up late again? I know you hate drinking coffee, but maybe just this once? Take care of yourself, okay?
Signed, your secret admirer.
