somethings have always been strange for you, like how everyone treated you when you were alone compared to when you were with Heeseung. Now you two weren’t a thing around campus but if anyone wanted to find Heeseung he’d be next to you.

you were never that fond of how you were eyed up and down, not with confusion but with envy and greed, yeah it was understandable everyone loved Heeseung but you seemed to occupy most of his time, how could other people not have a problem?

you had something to distract you though, the little notes you’d get every friday at the end of all of your classes were the highlight of your week, you never knew who it was from but you’d always find it in places you most liked to be, on the table of your favourite class, in the decorated section of your locker, in the smallest pocket of you bag. “you looked pretty today” it didn’t matter if it was for fun, it was something that brought you ease at the end of the day and you did not want them to stop coming, you didn’t want to know who it was from either, the anonymity made it more enjoyable and thrilling for some reason.

it started getting peculiar though, you found notes in places outside of campus. on your favourite spot at a cafe, beside the tree you’d sit under and read, and on the top shelf where you kept a memory box, was it really a kind gesture or infatuation? If it was a joke it was surely not amusing.

when you went to your desk to start on your assignments you saw a sticky note, a red one this time instead of the yellow ones you’d get, stuck to the window and instead of light marks and messy handwriting it was written with a bold marker, was it a death note? You pulled it off

“didn’t think you were that lost, maybe call the first person in your favourites. - heeseung.”