~To : My Yeobo

Oppa! Meet me at the park!

~XOXO ____

I sent the text to my oppa, (bias name) . He's not my real brother. Actually, he's the only one who treats me as his dongsaeng. I hate it.

I love his deep eyes.

I love his voice.

I love it when he pats my head.

I love it when he hugs me.

I love it when he kiss my cheeks.

I love it when he compliments me.

I love it when he takes care of me.

I love him..

Not as an oppa..

But.., as a namja..

And he'll never understands..

I confess almost everyday..

Why won't he understand me?

Will he?

“ Oppa!! Good night!! Saranghae!! I'll dream of you tonight and everynight! “

“ Haha.. arasseo dongsaeng! “

That's all, oppa? At least say that you'll dream of me too.. No, that's a bonus. Jebal oppa..

Still..,

no reply..

I'm at the park for nearly an hour.

Suddenly, I heard someone confessing.. A girl..<