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Kang Yeosang was the name of the most known student in the whole ‘Utopia High School’. His name would come out of every person inside that school, whether it was a teacher praising him for his consistent performance or a student complimenting him for his looks.
His parents have always said he was the son they’ve always wanted to have: sharp, kind and, his most remarkable feature, his beauty.
His pleasing looks got him a very high rank in popularity ever since he started high school, and believe it or not, his biggest struggle was the queue of secret admirers he had.
Yeosang had never really liked the attention and, most importantly, he didn’t like being approached by different people everyday, some of them asking him what his next class was, while others would flood him with many other questions as they already knew his entire schedule by heart.
It was stressful to say the least, but it couldn’t be helped.
After three years of having all the others’ eyes on him, he managed to get used to it. He got used to paying attention to everything he did, almost as if he were some kind of robot, except he actually had emotions inside of his soul, emotions that became harder and harder to push down with a smile over the time.
However, there was one small thing about those circumstances that he hated the most, which was taking care of the countless love letters he received. He did appreciate the gesture, but as much as he felt guilty about throwing them out, he got bored of the same words being repeated to him over and over again. He couldn’t bother reading them when he was so busy studying to pass senior year.
Or at least, so he thought.Yeosang had to admit that there was one letter that he received during a random day in September - the 27th to be precise - that actually clung to him unlike the others.
He was particularly stressed about an upcoming test the next day and felt like nothing could ever calm him out.
Until that letter came.
It didn’t have anything else attached to it, like a keyring or a small figure, nor did it have a particular shape or color. It was plain white, with just some plain ink on it.
“To Kang Yeosang.”
He wasn’t really planning to read it, but after seeing that out of the huge stack of letters in his locker, that was the only one who slipped out, he decided to open it out of curiosity.
“Dear Yeosang,
this isn't the first letter you've received and it most likely won't be the last. I am one of your many secret admirers, and I've debated for so long whether to send you this, in the hope of it reaching you, or to scrap it just like the many letters I've attempted to write to you, convinced they were all gonna get thrown away without them being read by you. I guess it doesn't hurt to try. A new school year has begun, and it's a new year I can live alongside you, with my feelings for you.
This is probably nothing new to you, but my feelings have lingered around without an end to a point where even I can't understand what my heart is trying to tell me. And since I really have no idea how to explain my adoration for you without confusing the both of us, I've decided to write you multiple letters, hoping to get some closure to you.
Please!! Don't blame me for not talking to you yet. Besides the fact that you're always surrounded by people - making it hard for me to approach you - I'm also way too shy to do that. I promise that once I'm ready enough, I'll speak to you, face-to-face. In the meantime, I hope that you get at least a little bit curious to know who's the one behind the words on this paper sheet.”
It was short, very short compared to most of the letters he’d ever received, but that was probably what made it enjoyable for Yeosang. It was surely direct, but Yeosang felt like he didn’t read enough, like he wanted to read more of his writing. The words “multiple letters” made it understandable that it wouldn’t have been the last time he’d hear from this anonymous secret admirer of his.
To show interest, and a bit of curiosity, Yeosang decided to leave a post on his social media, typing the words “Send me a hint next time”.
He then went home to study for his upcoming test, a test that suddenly didn’t look so hard anymore.