August Thirtieth
I don't think I've ever wanted to wrap my hands around Minho's fucking throat more in my life. He left me alone with Felix to talk to the boy's best friend, and what made it worse was the glares I shot in Minho's direction for the actions.
He seemed shy and anxious, he probably thinks I hate him now and that's just not true. He's been the suspect of a lot of my dreams, and no matter what I do the thought of him won't leave my head.
I should have asked him for his phone number before we left, but I didn't think of it. I was too busy trying to cry in my mind over the sweet boy thinking I hated him.
From looking at him, I knew he had to be one of the sweetest people possible. And he was, he was so wonderful and swest and he made me want to protect him if it was the last thing I did.
I just hope he understands that.
Love, Hyunjin.
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Fanfictiona series of diary entries written by felix and hyunjin about their relationship https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6Z4wouK8LUAQO1dklLq162?si=X9-oPnKJRFu-IalkcU4Mhw&pi=u-XUz6HbAzQ5iC
