"Dear Do Sookyung (I just made you into a girl! LOL), Feelings. It could destroy you or complete you. It has a massive power of destruction and completion. I had had feelings for some people. Yet it neither destroy nor complete me. But you, Do Kyungsoo, you just made it so hard, especially for me to push aside my feelings for you. When I was offered the job to work at SM Entertainment, it was a dream come true. Not because I could meet you, but because my designs are worn by stars like you and shown to the world. Don’t you know every girl out there would die for this job? But of course, for this job, you have to be the best out of the best. I was a rising star in the fashion world. My company was proud of me for being the youngest fashion designer to have her own fashion show. When I arrived at the main entrance of the SM building, I saw a bunch of teenage girls. They must be waiting for you. It was winter at that time, and the temperature was -12 degrees Celsius. I pity those girls, to be honest. They were willing to give up their time just to see you. I stepped out of my car and told them, “It’s cold here. I’ll buy you guys hot chocolate, okay? You guys are truly super fans! The idols must be lucky to have you guys as their fans!” One girl then asked me curiously, “Who are you?” I was flustered, to be honest, since I never expected anyone to ask who I am. Well, in the fashion industry it was quite normal but to be asked by a teenage fangirl? No, I never once expected that. I told them who I am and I heard one of them said, “Let’s be fashion designers and meet oppas there!” I was quite disappointed, I should say, for I thought that they are just using their jobs to meet you, not to work hard and make their names known by other people. When I first met you, my heart was beating so fast. Yes, I admit I am your fan. But I did not use this job to see you. Even if I were offered to be your girlfriend or your wife, I would turn that down. To me, what matters the most was providing my family. Taking care of them. I caught you staring at me with your big owl eyes, full of curiosity. I approached you and said, “Annyeonghaseyo. Park Sooyounh ibnida.” I put out my hand and you couldn’t stop staring at me like I’m a freak. You seemed to realized that I was waiting for you to shake my hand and stuttered, “A-annyeonghaseyo. D-do Kyungsoo ibnida.” I was shocked, to be honest, since I thought you would say you are EXO’s D.O. It was awkward for a few seconds before I giggled and said that I need to go to the meeting when you said you are going too and offered to bring me there. It was difficult for me to keep my composure in front of you. But I have met the President of the United States and the First Lady and I managed to look into their eyes, so why not you? We arrived at a big room and it was packed with other idols. We said goodbye to each other and parted ways. I was nervous on that day, because it was the first Korean speech I’m going to present. I was afraid I’m going to mess up, or unknowingly swear or say something offensive. However, it was okay. The meeting ended with Q&A time and the guys were asking me questions like “Do you have a boyfriend?” “Why are you so pretty?” Truthfully, I was quite sad, when it was not you, but I saw you glaring at the other guys, and your glare was so adorable! I could not help but giggle at that sight. When the meeting was over, all of them came to me and asked me for my number, including the girls. Since they’re my clients, I gave them my number. I noticed that you were still in the meeting room, yet you did not come to me and ask my number. I was sad, because I thought you did not like me. When everyone had left, you approached me and asked, “May I have your number?” I chuckled and replied, “Thought you would never ask. Why did you not ask me a while ago?” You smiled and replied, “Because then I could chat with you without anyone interrupting.” It was a lovely chat, I should say. We talked about our jobs, me asking you if it’s nice being an idol and you asking if it’s fun being a fashion designer. You offered to bring me around the building so I would be familiar with the surrounding. We got closer each day, with our insults and lame jokes. One day, you told me you liked a girl. My paper heart was ripped half. Now I understood why girls cried when their boy best friend told them they liked someone other than them. I’m not that hopeless romantic, you know. It’s just that I regretted not to confess to you when a lot of time was given to me. I did not cry my eyes out, but my mind was full of regret and you, with another girl, that was definitely not me. A few days later, Joonmoney oppa came to me and asked me to meet him at the rooftop. I saw your expression and gosh, I could see your big doe eyes full of worry and anger. I gave you a reassuring smile, thankful that you still cared a lot about me. Wanna know what did Joonmoney oppa did? He freaking confessed to me. I rejected though, telling him the was too wide and he confessed to me by writing a poem (didn’t he remember that I hate cheesy stuff?!) and I had someone else in mind. I gave him a friendly hug and jokingly insulted him to clear the awkward atmosphere. It wasn’t over though. As I was about to go downstairs back to the vocal room, Sehun oppa came to me and gave me a rose. I was touched by his actions and yes, it was a confession. I turned him down, reasoning that I did not return the same feelings for him. Chanyoda came up with his guitar and serenaded me a song. Confession again. I turned him down, saying someone else liked him, and wanna know who it was? Eunji unni! Jung Eunji from APink! Finally, you came and asked me, looking at the city view, “I guess I was a tad late, aren’t I?” I replied, “If it’s going to be a confession like theirs, not it’s not.” “Yeah, it is. I’m gonna confess to you right now. The girl I love is standing beside me, looking at the city view with me.” Yes. You love me. I was like “What the freaking thing did you say?” You turned towards me and pulled me into your embrace. We just stayed that way for a few minutes and I cried. You asked me with concern, “Why are you crying?” I sobbed and stammered, “Because I missed the Chanel SALEEEEEE!!!” You were looking at me funnily and snorted, “You cried just because of THAT?!” “Yah! I need to buy one for my mom you know! I’ve been saving up for years just to buy 1 for my mom, ! What about your fans? You should think about them. They’ll be very hurt, you know.” I pointed out. “I know. But I can’t give up on you, you know. I’m so worried about you. I seriously do not want any sasaeng fans to kill you.” he said. “Sasaeng fans are scary as hell, you know. I mean you’re at the peak of your career, well, you’re always at the peak of your career, popularity never going down. If fans know about us, you’re gonna suffer, and so the sales in my company, and both of us are going to be reprimanded.” I explained. “What should we do, then?” you said softly. 1 year had passed, and our relationship did go to another level. I introduced you to my parents and vice versa. Our relationship is blessed by both sides and I’m very blissful about that. There’s another thing you should know. I quit my job at my company, for I found out that it was involved with shady business, and I disliked it. Without risking of being a whistleblower, I handed in my resignation letter to the CEO, with my reason being that I “wanted to pursue my own business after years of experience.”, which was partly true. However, that meant that we can’t have dates on the rooftop anymore, pranking your dumb members and your other colleagues. But I don’t want to give up on our relationship, and I asked you to wait for me. For one year. I made you promise that you won’t give up on me, on our relationship. We made a promise by putting a heart-shaped Post-It on the rooftop, on it saying: “XOXO forever-DKY&PSY”. I told you that if you found another girl, you can take that Post-It off, indicating that our relationship is over. Oppa, if you’re reading this now, I want you to go up to the rooftop(I could’ve written ‘our secret’ but being the dumb you, you’ll not get what I mean, so I just used the literal meaning) and take off the Post-It. Saranghaeyo!<3 Your First & Last Love, Park Sooyoung" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kyungsoo dashed towards the lift, going up to the rooftop. He was not stupid. He knew what Sooyoung meant. He pulled the door open, entering the rooftop. He went to the spot where their Post-It was posted. It was still there. Letter in hand, he read the last part of the letter. Instead of doing what Sooyoung told him to do in the letter, he did not. “You’re one smart guy, oppa.” A soft voice filled the air. Kyungsoo turned around and saw the love of his life standing in front of him, giving off her radiant smile. He grinned from ear to ear and ran towards her. He took her into his arms and embraced her tightly, not having the intention to let go. “How did you know what I mean?”Sooyoung asked, full of curiosity. “Your boyfriend is not stupid you know. You told me that if I took the Post-It off, our relationship is over. But you signed off with “Your First & Last Love”, which means that you still love me. If you really wanted to break up with me, you could’ve signed off with “Your First Love.””Kyungsoo explained. “You are one unique guy, Kyungsoo.” “You are one-of-a-kind, Sooyoung.”