/You are like snow
You make me white and cold
Then you make me freeze
You are snow/

Seeing that the snowflakes never cease to fall down from the sky, Kim Junsu shivered in cold as he stood there on the transparent windowpane. He smiled upon seeing the little snowflakes falling to the Earth's surface. 'Ahh, snow..'

"Junsu-yahh!"

His thoughts were disturbed by his classmates-slash-friends whose calling him from afar. "Let's go to the bakery in front of the station! We decided to go there after class. Everything's 50% off!" The orange head Eunhyuk approached him. Behind him were Jaejoong, Changmin and Leeteuk.

"Sorry, I can't. Today's my turn to be the librarian." Junsu apologized. "Forget that! No one's going there. The heater broke down." Jaejoong commented.

"I'm really sorry." Junsu opted.

"Whoa! You really dated Im Yoona?"

The guys were interrupted by the constant ramblings coming from the another bunch of guys on the other side of the room.

"So how was Yoona? Is she good in bed?"

"Hmm. I haven't bedded her yet. Let's see then." A husky low voice was heard.

"Ohh let me guess what will happens afterwards: you'll dump her like a mere thrash?"

"Come on, what else is new? You know Park Yoochun always do that."

They were the popular boys in the school. Girls (even the guys) swoon over them, eyeing them like a delicious treat. It is composed of the hottests and most handsome guys in the school: Jung Yunho, Lee Donghae, Kim Kibum and the ever popular Park Yoochun. Yoochun is the best among the group, because people were captivated by his killer smile and dandy boy looks. Thus, this guy turned out to be the playboy of the group.

"As always, Yoochun-ah looks stunningly handsome today!" One of Junsu's friends said.

'People were blinded by their outer appearance. They're all that.' Junsu rolled his eyes sideways in disgust.

After class, Junsu proceeded to the library of the school which is located on the other building. He loves staying on the library because it's cozy and quiet; away from Yoochun's shrieking loud fans. In that secluded library, he can freely compose songs and poems that he loves to write.

/There I was, been eyeing you from afar
I don't even understand why my jaw keeps open ajar
Maybe it's the genuine smile that you emitted just now
Ahh, I really can't explain these overwhelming feelings. How?/

/Things were changed when I decided to confess
You rejected me, now I looked like a mess
How will I ever mend my broken heart now?
When the reason of my heartache suddenly turned me down?/

/I need someone to hold and to shed these tears
So that the happiness that I want to feel reappears
I hope one day I can finally see that certain one
So that the sorrow and the pain in my heart will be gone/

This is the poem Junsu wrote a while ago, when this girl named Jang Ri In rejected his love for her.

Jang Ri In was Junsu's childhood friend. When he decided to confess his love for her, she rejected it. She only thinks of Junsu as a friend, a good oppa to her. Until now, the friendship is still there. But Junsu seems to be seriously coping up with that rejection, causing him to write countless heartbreaking poems about it.

When he rummaged through his things, the paper where the poem is written was gone.

'Ohh right. I slipped the paper on the Literature book I was reading a while ago.'

The Literature book was located at the returned books, Junsu hoping that no one sees it: the evidence of his rejection. But it seems that the library is really empty, seeing that no one actually wanted to be stuck with dusty and thick books just like him.

He opened the book and found the poem. But his eyes caught the white envelope neatly sealed that's also slipped in the book.

'To: Kim Junsu'

The letter was addressed to him. But it has no recepient whatsoever. 'I wonder who's the sender.'

With a small knife he got from a nail cutter, he tore the letter open and unfolded the letter.

/Reading your heartbreaking poem, my heart clenched a bit
I see your heart was broken, you felt defeat
I can't bear to see those tears that shed out from your eyes
So I wrote you a love letter, in order to make you smile/

/Whenever I see you in this library, my heartbeat's increasing tenfold
The way you read and write is so good, I can't seem to hold
I hope you will accept me for who I am because I like you
Kim Junsu, I admit.. I wanna know your world too/

/PS. That's my first attempt on writing poems. I know I at these, because I'm not as good as you. I just wanted you to know.. that poem I written is genuine and it really came from the bottom of my heart. I hope you will keep this as a secret, Junsu-ah. :)/

Those were the words written on the letter. One thing to describe his feelings right now: stunned.

'I just received a love letter.. for the first time.'

The next day, he was still thinking of the letter sender. He really can't think of someone who would possibly send that kind of letter to him. I mean, he never opened up his thoughts to anyone including his friends; he only pour out those feelings by the use of paper and pen.

"Yoochun-oppa!!"
"So handsome, be mine!"
"I love you to death, oppa~"

Junsu winced upon hearing the loud screams of the girls. 'These girls made love to that player, dumped by him like s and then they're still head over heels with him? They never learned their lesson, really.'

"Junsu-ah! Goodmorning~" Jaejoong greeted him. He also replied good morning. "Yesterday was fun! You should have come!" Leeteuk said.

"Yeah, right. The cake was really good~" Changmin grinned. "I can see it. You look fatter than yesterday, Min." Junsu chuckled, earning a loud 'No way!' from him.

"Yoochun and his friends came too! They were so funny and a good company." Eunhyuk beamed.

Junsu's smile was vanished when he heard Yoochun's name from one of his friends. He decided to compose himself and to be timid instead of being cheerful that he used to be.

"Will you go with us next time?" Junsu just nodded as an answer.

"Why do you have to be the librarian of the school, at the fact that you aren't a part time student worker. Let someone fill your place this time!"

Leeteuk propped his palm on his chin and sighed, "To think about it, it's now Yoochun's turn to be the librarian. You should ask him to accompany you."

Junsu frowned upon hearing Leeteuk's suggestion. He doesn't like the idea of being trapped into the place he loves the most with the person he hates the most.

'I hate Yoochun's idea of breaking innocent people's fragile hearts. He disgusts me.'

In order to lighten up his mood, he went to the library.

He opened the literature book and found a letter again, just like what he saw yesterday. When he opened it, it revealed the letter and a sticky little pink frog.

'What's up with this frog?' Junsu's eyebrows creased up. Shrugging, he opened the letter.

/You know what, my heart is like a frog
My heartbeat increases as my heart jog
I hope your heart reacts that way too
So I hope your love blooms for me too/

/PS. Okay, this one big time too. Sorry. The truth is, I've been eyeing you all this time./

'What..'

Junsu looked around the library to know where this person is hiding right now. But the library is so quiet. No one actually wanted to go here.

/That sounds like a creepy stalker. Do you feel disgusted with me? I can't come close to you and I don't have the nerve to tell you my name.. so I want to see you reading my letter. That's very natural and healthy, isn't it?/

Upon recalling the poem the sender wrote to him, he can't help it but to blush. 'The sender sounds like a guy. I wonder what he looks like.'

He took his paper and pen and started to write a reply to the sender.

/To the person who gave me the letters,/

/Thank you for sending me those letters. I dunno if I'll get mad when you read the evidence of my rejection. I thought you would laugh at me. But instead, you sent me a letter with sweet poems on it. By the way, those poems are great and cute. You have a nice writing style, I like it. I wanted to ask you a question: What is your gender? Please answer, I'm getting confused./

After writing, he sealed it on the envelope and slipped into the book.

He sighs, 'I hope he will answer.'

'Who are you?' He wanted to write, but he doesn't have the courage. He's not ready yet.

Days passed. Finally, the mysterious admirer of Junsu replied to his letter. This time, a handkerchief was found together with the letter.

/My best description would be a handkerchief
Because I will wipe away your endless grief
For sure, I would sweep your feet off the ground
Because of my undying love for you that I just found/

/PS. If I say I'm a male and a manly gay, will you still accept me?/

'He's a male. Who could it be? Is someone fooling around with me?'

Despite of the suspections of being fooled around, he still continued to exchange letters with him by the use of an ordinary Literature book on the library.

/I don't mind whether your gender is. What's important is the honesty from you that I have to accept./ Junsu answered back.

Another letter again. It was accompanied with a single white rose placed on the top of the book. Junsu was stunned upon reading it.

/This time, I will describe you
To be a rose, you're exceptionally you
As white as this rose and as white as a snow
You're the most beautiful person that I ever know/

Blush decorated his entire face, painted like a ripened tomato. This guy is so romantic, he thought as he sniffed the white rose. Thus, he decided to reply back.

/To the person who wrote the letters,/

/Who are you? I want to meet you./

Finally, he popped out the question. 'I hope he'll answer back.'

"Classmates, please take your seats so we'll continue assigning the seat plan!" Their student president shouted.

"Kim Junsu! 5th row, 2nd to the last chair!" The Vice President opted.

'Yes! I'm sitting at the back side! Now I can freely read books here!' He thought as he placed his things at the arm chair, including the white rose he got from his admirer.

"Park Yoochun! 5th row, 1st chair!"

Junsu was surprised, but disgusted at the same time.

'Oh, great.' He grunted as he looked at him.

Suddenly, Yoochun turned his head to him.

"W-what?!" Junsu snapped.

"Ahh, nothing." Yoochun answered as he aimed his gaze to the white rose.

'Why is he looking at the white rose? Could it be.. NO!'

Junsu stood up, carried his things and moved to the front. "President, can I switch seats? I can't barely see anything here from the back." He lied. "Ohh sure!"

'I truly despise people like him.. because my real father is also a filthy player who chose a f**king instead of his own family.'

He intertwined his fingertips as he prays silently. 'I hope he would come. I really want to meet the person who wrote those letters.'

When the class ended, Junsu immediately went to the library. But before he proceeded entering the door, he saw footprints on the ground filled with thick snowfall. Never did someone except from him entered the library. Could it be..?

Junsu immediately dashed to the library, looking around. But there's no one in here.

He sprinted through the book shelves, hoping to find a person there. But still, no one's there.

Suddenly, he heard a paper rustling not so far away from him. One look at the last book shelf and at last, the search is over.

But then..

"Yoo-Yoochun-ah..?" He widened his eyes.

There, on inches away from him was the resident player Park Yoochun; kneeling down and about to slip a letter on the same Literature book.

"So you're the sender..?" He really can't believe it. Yoochun stood up and walked towards Junsu. "Junsu, I--"

"You're just playing around, aren't you?!" He shot back.

"No, never! I-these feelings are truly genuine."

Junsu snorted. "PFFT. Genuine? Since when did a filthy player like Park Yoochun have this genuine feelings for a certain person?"

"Since you, Kim Junsu came into my life." He answered softly, gentle gaze was aimed at him.

Junsu's heartbeat increased as he heard the words. 'Why this player needs to be so romantic all the time? I hate it.'

"Y-you're lying. You're just playing with me. It's not true!"

Junsu was about to exit when a hand grabbed his arms, sending him to fall to the ground. Yoochun hovered Junsu, pinning him on the floor.

"Ahh! Let me go!" He exclaimed.

"No. Not until you realize that my feelings are pure."

With that, Yoochun leaned over and planted his lips on Junsu's. Junsu tried to struggle, but finally give in as Yoochun deepened the kiss. Yoochun

loosened the hold. Junsu uttered a guttural moan, urging Yoochun to do more. But when Yoochun's lips trailed down to Junsu's neck, Junsu successfully pushed him away from him.

"I'm not a f**k toy! I hate you!" Junsu shouted, eyes glistening with tears.

Yoochun's eyes furrowed as he saw the tears forming on Junsu's eyes. "Why do you hate me so much?"

Junsu didn't say more. He just let out a muffled cry as he hugged himself.

"Okay, fine. I guess I'm rejected."

With a frown plastered on his face, Yoochun exited the library building.

Junsu was alone again in the library. Heartbeat's still racing like a mad horse, Junsu recapped what had just happened.

'Yoochun.. he's the letter sender..'

He touched his lips with the use of his fingertips. 'He just kissed me. So.. Yoochun is gay all this time?'

Suddenly, his eyes caught the letter Yoochun was about to slip into the Literature book. He tore it open.

/You are like snow
You make me white and cold
Then you make me freeze
You are snow/

/PS. I dunno what made me feel this way. I still want to be close to you, even if you don't know my whole personality. I'm willing to change for you if it's needed, because these feelings are true. I love you Kim Junsu, really./

'Yoochun-ah, tell me you're just joking. Please. My heart's beating fast, as if I'm going to die and fighting to be alive.'

Junsu quicky dashed outside the library, hoping to see Yoochun. Good thing he's still near the library building, walking at the snow.

"Yoochun-ah! Wait!"

Yoochun heard Junsu calling him from a distance. But he didn't bother to take a look at him.

"Wait! Please hear me out!" Junsu shouted but then, Yoochun didn't halted.

'You won't look at me huh?' He took a mass amount of snowfall from the ground, formed it into a ball and threw it towards Yoochun.

"Ahh! It's cold!" Yoochun shivered. Junsu still continued to dodge the snowball to him.

'You want a ball fight, huh.' Yoochun thought as he threw a snowball bigger than Junsu's.

"Ahh! Stop it!" Junsu shouted as the snowball landed through his face, preventing him from throwing back. "Stop it! No more!"

Yoochun was taken aback when he saw Junsu's tears fell through his cheeks. "I hate you!" He shouted, causing Yoochun's heart to break more.

"But I was so happy.." he continued, wiping away the tears from his cheeks. "I was so happy to receive those letters. Really."

Yoochun was stunned upon hearing Junsu's words, heartbeat's increasing tenfold.

With that, Yoochun unchained the white scarf on his neck and attached it to Junsu's instead.

"I want to be your scarf so you can feel my warm heart; This is the only treasure that I ever got; This scarf emmits my warm feelings that I had; Please do accept it because I.. don't have any hat?" Yoochun ran out of words, causing Junsu to chuckle.

"Haha, that sounds funny but romantic at the same time."

Yoochun wiped off the tears from Junsu's cheek, caressing it. "Ever since I noticed you, I'm getting used of composing sweet poems. I dunno why, you made me feel this way."

Junsu snorted. "PSH. If I know, you're also sending sweet lies to those girls you loved before. How are they? Are they good in bed?"

"No. That's why I dumped them. But I wonder if you're good in bed as excellent as you write poems." He his lips in anticipation. "Are you?" He smirked.

"Yahh Park Yoochun, you byeontae!" Junsu playfully smacked his arm. (A/N: Byeontae - ert)

"So.. will you be mine now?" Yoochun smirked.

"Not so fast, Park Yoochun. You haven't captured my heart yet." Junsu answered, causing him to lose the smirk that plastered on his face.

"B-but what about those letters then?" Yoochun frowned.

"Those are not counted. I want that GENUINE love from you. Where is that GENUINE love that you're boasting the last time huh?" Junsu smirked in victory.

"This."

With that, Yoochun pulled Junsu by the waist and kissed him senseless. To make it more romantic, the snowflakes starting to fall again from the sky.


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The class was dismissed. And so, Junsu, as usual is reading quietly at the library.

He was about to flip the next page of the book he's reading when he saw three fresh white roses invading the book.

"Three roses means I love you; That's what I felt about you; My love for you shines among the others; No words can express, it's all that matters."

"Yoochun-ah!" Junsu beamed.

He happily accepted the roses. "These are beautiful. Thank you." He blushed. "And by the way, that poem ." He laughed.

"Okay, fine. You're better than me. Happy now?" Yoochun slung his arms around Junsu. "I didn't say that I'm better than you. I'm not that great in writing." Junsu said as he continued to read the book.

Yoochun looked at the title of the book. "So 'Sebastian and Company' is more important than me?" He frowned. Junsu quickly vanished it by stealing a peck from Yoochun's lips. "Happy now?"

"More likely." He grinned as he held out two tickets from his pocket. "It's a theater play. William Shakespears' Romeo and Juliet. Want to watch with me?"

Junsu snatched one ticket. "Only because it's a play." He smirked.

"You're inconsiderate, Su. So.. it's a date then?"

"More likely."


END.