to taemin,
to taemin,
→ Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key; PG
with love.
It was the first day of school when my heart skipped a beat for a boy named Minho.
A perfect nose, engrossing gaze, soft and pink lips - all coupled with deep and low voice that stirred every part of my body. I figured he definitely won’t want to be friend with me (let alone like me).
I was plain, boring, untalented, and unpopular. I was no good for him.
I was unable to express, can’t confess my words of affection to him. So I did it in my heart.
But when I loved so much that I couldn’t possible love anymore, I wrote myself a love letter.
Taemin: It's Minho! The one who silently loves you. I fell so deep in love when I first saw you. You're so determined and caring. And always striving to be perfect (but you really are already). But I'm afraid to tell you all of this. I'm afraid that if I tell you how I feel, it'll ruin your image of me in your heart.
I placed the letter under my pillow and it allowed me to sleep peacefully every night.
Half a month later, I became terribly ill and had to go to the hospital. Everybody in class came to visit me, including Minho. He wished me well and told me the usual ‘feel better’ and ‘get some rest’. I really hoped that he’d bring flowers and balloons, but he didn’t. When I left the hospital, everybody came to pick me up. Everybody, but him. I picked up my pen once again to write me another love letter.
Taemin: Why didn't you take of yourself?! Does it still hurt? It's not that I didn't want to give you flowers and balloons. I feel like there's another time, when you're feeling better, that I can confess my love to you.
‘His’ love letters slowly healed my broken spirits.
It was during finals week when the rumors about him and Kibum came out. Kim Kibum, the best dancer in the school. He seemed to compliment Minho in every way.
This rumor hit me harder than it should and I fell to pieces, trying to tell my self it wasn't true.
Taemin: It's a rumor that others made up. We're just friends. Why would I like him, when I have you?
I saw it with my own eyes. They were both so close and Kibum was leaning into him, arms linked. And they brushed past me while I stared at their backs with my teary eyes.
Taemin: Please forgive me. I was forced to, I have my reasons. Really, I don't love him.
I had to relied on that letter to get me through finals week.
On New Year’s Eve, I couldn’t sleep at all.
Taemin: What you doing now? Are you watching the New Years concert? I'm thinking of you…
During break, he hasn't left my thoughts for one second. This kind of longing became too much to bear. So I was determined to confess.
But when I returned to school, I saw him. Hand in hand with Kibum who was just so…pretty and perfect. He waved at me and smiled. I didn’t even dare to cry.
During this time, I wrote many letters to myself, trying to find excuses for him. Trying to find reasons for me not to feel hurt.
Taemin: Take a million steps back and let me say, I just don't love you. But you have to stay strong, you can't just fall apart like this. I believe you will get through this. I hope you will be happy, open yourself up to others. Don't always enclose yourself in your own world. People care about you and need you. I need you.
I decided to start over. To find a new me. I studied diligently and even joined the dance club. And it was the first time I heard Minho said ‘congratulations’ to me.
Taemin: This is the real you, huh? I'm proud. Keep working hard because I've always got an eye on you.
And just like that, graduation crept up. Minho and Kibum decided to attend the same college, while I. I thought it was the best for me to transfer to a school that catered to my interests.
As I waved goodbye to Minho, who was in the car, the sound of the car’s engine signaled that a beautiful relationship has just ended.
Taemin: I left. Thank you for seeing me off. Thank you for caring about me, loving me all this time. From now on, wherever I go, you'll be etched in my heart.
With these 20 letters, I grew up with a little more knowledge about myself, about love.
---
feedback
→ Minho/Taemin, Minho/Key; PG
with love.
It was the first day of school when my heart skipped a beat for a boy named Minho.
A perfect nose, engrossing gaze, soft and pink lips - all coupled with deep and low voice that stirred every part of my body. I figured he definitely won’t want to be friend with me (let alone like me).
I was plain, boring, untalented, and unpopular. I was no good for him.
I was unable to express, can’t confess my words of affection to him. So I did it in my heart.
But when I loved so much that I couldn’t possible love anymore, I wrote myself a love letter.
Taemin: It's Minho! The one who silently loves you. I fell so deep in love when I first saw you. You're so determined and caring. And always striving to be perfect (but you really are already). But I'm afraid to tell you all of this. I'm afraid that if I tell you how I feel, it'll ruin your image of me in your heart.
I placed the letter under my pillow and it allowed me to sleep peacefully every night.
Half a month later, I became terribly ill and had to go to the hospital. Everybody in class came to visit me, including Minho. He wished me well and told me the usual ‘feel better’ and ‘get some rest’. I really hoped that he’d bring flowers and balloons, but he didn’t. When I left the hospital, everybody came to pick me up. Everybody, but him. I picked up my pen once again to write me another love letter.
Taemin: Why didn't you take of yourself?! Does it still hurt? It's not that I didn't want to give you flowers and balloons. I feel like there's another time, when you're feeling better, that I can confess my love to you.
‘His’ love letters slowly healed my broken spirits.
It was during finals week when the rumors about him and Kibum came out. Kim Kibum, the best dancer in the school. He seemed to compliment Minho in every way.
This rumor hit me harder than it should and I fell to pieces, trying to tell my self it wasn't true.
Taemin: It's a rumor that others made up. We're just friends. Why would I like him, when I have you?
I saw it with my own eyes. They were both so close and Kibum was leaning into him, arms linked. And they brushed past me while I stared at their backs with my teary eyes.
Taemin: Please forgive me. I was forced to, I have my reasons. Really, I don't love him.
I had to relied on that letter to get me through finals week.
On New Year’s Eve, I couldn’t sleep at all.
Taemin: What you doing now? Are you watching the New Years concert? I'm thinking of you…
During break, he hasn't left my thoughts for one second. This kind of longing became too much to bear. So I was determined to confess.
But when I returned to school, I saw him. Hand in hand with Kibum who was just so…pretty and perfect. He waved at me and smiled. I didn’t even dare to cry.
During this time, I wrote many letters to myself, trying to find excuses for him. Trying to find reasons for me not to feel hurt.
Taemin: Take a million steps back and let me say, I just don't love you. But you have to stay strong, you can't just fall apart like this. I believe you will get through this. I hope you will be happy, open yourself up to others. Don't always enclose yourself in your own world. People care about you and need you. I need you.
I decided to start over. To find a new me. I studied diligently and even joined the dance club. And it was the first time I heard Minho said ‘congratulations’ to me.
Taemin: This is the real you, huh? I'm proud. Keep working hard because I've always got an eye on you.
And just like that, graduation crept up. Minho and Kibum decided to attend the same college, while I. I thought it was the best for me to transfer to a school that catered to my interests.
As I waved goodbye to Minho, who was in the car, the sound of the car’s engine signaled that a beautiful relationship has just ended.
Taemin: I left. Thank you for seeing me off. Thank you for caring about me, loving me all this time. From now on, wherever I go, you'll be etched in my heart.
With these 20 letters, I grew up with a little more knowledge about myself, about love.
---
feedback