7:00pm.

He didn't like to be outside after that, so he wondered why his parents chose to be. Bad things, - as he was told growing up - happened in the dark. Scary things people couldn't speak of happened in the dark and being small, little him always had frequent nightmares of his parents leaving for work and never making it back to the house. He never fancied their work ethics but-

Complain? How could be complain that his parents were working so hard to put food on the table for them to survive, even though they had enough food to survive them for the next 50years. Besides that, he was proud of his parent's job. His Dad was a Doctor at BYUNGWON Hospital; a prestigious hospital located on the rich-side of Seoul and his Mother was a mechanical engineer.

Yes. He always got that a lot whenever he was asked the occupation of his mother and he would reply; 'mechanical engineer'. They would laugh and say he was kidding. He would get angry and tell them to 'piss off'.

Thinking on it, maybe that's why he never had so much friends because he was always telling people to 'piss off'.

'The pretty engineer' as his mother's family liked to call her was a figure he was proud of. He had heard tales of how she struggled to get to where she got to today because of what she was, 'a woman' but now she's up there, designing models that some men didn't have the balls to.

He admired his parents a lot and wanted to be as confident as them but that all changed when he grew older and at age sixteen, he was already hating what he loved like.

His eyes leave the windowsill, dropping on the photo frame he had of his family, sitting peacefully on his barkwood desk and smiled.

Even with everything, Kim Myungjun wouldn't trade them for anything in the world.

'Don't lie' his conscience warns. 'you'd trade them in a heartbeat for food'

He rolls his eyes. He needed to get his mind, a lock.

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“once is a mistake, twice is a coincidence and third is charm right?”

Both boys heard April say, both boys sighing knowing that they couldn't get out of this one.

Eunwoo was tired of hearing her voice every second in his head, he hoped to head to class in serenity but they just had to run into 'walkie-talkie april', a name both boys had given her because she talked a lot and mostly, when she was walking, hence the nickname.

Myungjun just wanted a cup of coffee to drown out her voice. His brain cells were complaining but he knew it was his fault.

If only he hadn't stayed up till past 5 last night. But, could you really blame him? He was studying a topic leading him to YouTube and a recommendation about 'how to make yourself taller' pops up and then he opens it and before you know it...

...studies forgotten and 200 videos later, he is on the dark side of YouTube watching a video of 'Kpop being part of the illuminati'.

“So..that's basically what happened but do you really think I was wrong? I mean, she said I needed to dye my hair black when I wanted it wine..” April fumes but the pout on her lips told both boys that she wasn't even angry.

“I think you should just tell her how you feel and stop playing hard to get.” Eunwoo speaks, finally hoping to put an end to the discussion.

She nods with both boys letting out a breathe they hadn't realised that they were holding.

Finally...silence.

April was an awesome friend but her one-off topics were not friends with anyone.

“But what if she's not into me like that? I know she gives me these signs but I know s-” April picks up again as both boys groan.

Why was the walk to class so long anyway?

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“Again?” a surprised Eunwoo asks with Myungjun not knowing why he sounded surprised. Did Eunwoo really think all of this was going to end? Even though it had been two years?

He crouches. Opening his bags, he stashes various of letters into the bag making sure that there was enough space for all of them to go in.

“You know, I still feel like you should get a new locker. This is getting creepier by the day..” his Bestfriend says, helping him pick up the pool of letters spread out on the floor.

“Trust me, I have tried everything but I guess this is fate's way of telling me to deal with it” he shrugs, grimacing at a letter with a lipstick mark on it. He shakes his head, whoever it was delusional.

“Hey..” Eunwoo calls, picking up an odd letter. Myungjun raises his head to see Eunwoo examining what looked like a blue letter. It was dark and it stood out from the rest.

“..I think this is for you”

Myungjun furrows his brows. One, nobody talked to him in school, let alone wrote him a letter and Two, he knew Eunwoo couldn't be lying.

“To Kim Myungjun, the one with stars in his eyes..” Eunwoo chuckles at the cheesy address before handing it to a surprised Myungjun. Myungjun collects it, taking the letter out of his envelope so fast.

‘Dear Myungjun,

You are a work of art.

I have a lot to say but-

in person.

My no: ********

So call me? Okay?

-Love,

Park Jinwoo. (JinJin)

Myungjun frowns, that was all? He turns the page but nothing else was written there. Sighing, he looks at the letter again, questions forming in his heart.

'Who was this Park Jinwoo?’

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