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Angel,
I was incredibly happy to see
your reply. I can't thank you
enough :D ♡

Today, you look breathtaking, like
you always do. In the past few days,
we sat together during class once
and I swear being by your side was
the best feeling ever. I wish I
could always be your seat mate.
-Love.
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Minho found himself smiling heartily at
the little note in his hands. He couldn't
hold his curiously in anymore. 'I wanna
find more about this person.'

He couldn't recall sitting beside any
peculiar girls, but his mind replayed a
certain memory from two days ago. Sharing
chemistry class with Jisung. Minho was
concerned the brunette might have had
a fever, considering how red his face
was. He shrugged it off.

Minho carefully folded the note in half
and slipped it between the pages of his
diary. He liked how different this person
was from every other girls that normally
confess to him. He was tired of the cliché
confessions (where most of them only wanted
to date because he looked good or because
he was hella rich).

His smile gradually faded, once he noticed
the rise of unfamiliar feelings in him.
Just how much did this stranger make
him happy?
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