The past few week for Dokyeom have been kind of strange. Upon arriving to school every morning, he’d find a letter on his desk with a chocolate milk carton next to it. He’d wonder who it is and try to catch them, but to no avail.

One day upon coincidence, he saw someone putting a letter and a carton of chocolate milk on his desk, and rushed over to them.

He grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him. “So it’s you.” He smiled widely.