There was nothing more burdensome than being a student. After all, why must you pay so much just to study something that will benefit society? Movies had always emphasized that college is the dream life, it’s the brilliant and proud with romance everywhere.

Oh what a bunch of liars those movies were.

You’re haggard, tired and barely getting any sleep and love life? Yeah, screw that. You’re married to papers and calculators and books. They’re your husbands.

Is it?

Angrily swinging your locker open, a delicately wrapped victorian styled love letter rests on top of your neat textbooks.

It was the sixth time for the past 3 weeks now.

The letters had those romantic little gushings and small poems, all of those for you— The person behind them? You really don’t know.

“You’re spacing out” Jinwoo’s familiar voice snaps you out of it. “You’ll be late.”