4:06
In your room
Dear Yuta,
Oh my freaking god.
I can't believe I'm writing a letter like this again.
Why are you such a player?
Goddness gracious.
Anywho here we go.
I still can't process it in my mind what you said to me today.
I still remember it.
"Your fucking beautiful, Y/N. Your not fat, your just heathy. You probably won't get a date to prom because of how independent you are, which is even better than getting a date, in my opinion."
It startled me, I guess. Your the person I would least espect to complement me like that.
You called me beautiful.
No, you called me fucking beautiful.
I could've sworn your face turne little bit red.
Maybe a little.
Im still also in shock that you even offered to help me at all.
You've been acting super weird lately. Not just toward me, but generally I guess.
You've been glancing at me more in the halls, and now you always catch me when im staring at you.
You look at me like you pity me. It may be pity- or that you think your better than me.
You have been extra rude these past few weeks. Physically.
You just kind of have a different vibe on you lately.
You posture- the way you talk is different too
I mean you still hang out with "the cool kids," but you don't flirt as much as you used to with those girls whose label are "pretty."
And your noticing people that no one notices. Not even me. Just.. the little things.
And... I dont know.
Are you scared of something?
Do you have a crush on someone?
Might that person be me?
Eww no.
That's definitely not why.
Has sonething happened at home?
Please tell me. Im honestly worried.
"You've been looking at the ground more than the sky lately, havent you Yuta?" You said under your breath to yourself the other day.
You also look more pale than usual.
Please give tell me something.
Anything.
I could help you. Plus, I owe you one now, don't I.
Your secret admirer,
Y/N L/N
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