You and Sunoo had one class together, and that was literature. You always made fun of him for being quiet and distancing himself from others, but his friend group. You were sitting down in class, remembering that you had to read in front of the class your poem, but you never wrote one, so you had to copy from someone or come up with a quick one. Sunoo got to class and sat down next to you like always. He took out his notebook and books. You looked at him with a smile you finished the poem? You asked Sunoo: Of course, he said, not looking at you Can I copy a bit? You asked almost begging him sunoo: no, you can not, we will both fail, plus it should be about how you feel, not how I do, it's based on you, not me he said to you. You sighed

Some students went up to read. It was Sunoo's turn, and everybody stayed quiet

your hair, your smile, the way you speak. Everything about you is like flowers heaven But you can also be spicy fire hell. I could never hurt you You hurt me Every day, I could never

I hope you can learn to love me want me caress me Tell me you love me so we can be together forever So I can love you forever.

You froze. You knew this was about you, but what could you do now?"