You Should Be Me
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Misilia explained what she knew, Jazlyn also explained what she was going through, while Nania had no chance

as Yuhan arrived at the dorm, they descended and entered the dorm

days pass...

where the next day when Yuhan sat at her desk in agenci, as before, her work stacked up so it had to be one by one and slowly he finished

while Yuhan is busy, Aekyo who is in the agency office to put a weekly report also sees Yuhan busy but she gets an incoming message from Hyohoon simultaneously when she sees Yuhan's busyness

Aekyo read the incoming message and was invited to meet by Hyohoon at lunch, Aekyo agreed

they meet and Hyohoon asks Aekyo for help to terrorize Yuhan

Aekyo obviously refuses, she was disappointed in the past but she never wanted to be a bad person let alone a person who had been very good with her

"can you?" ask Hyohoon

"oh, I'm sorry about that I can't" Aekyo said

"help a little, I won't take you any further, I just need help"

"you're wrong if you want to trick others into cooperating, not with me"

"yes, I know, but I don't want to cooperate"

"that was?"

"i said help, just help me, not get involved, I didn't take you, really"

"hemm you promised?"

"yeah, I promise you even swear"

"well, what do I want to help you with?"

but Hyohoon's deadly seduction makes Aekyo finally want to help too

Hyohoon this time only asked to deliver the letter that Hyohoon had already written with his own hands

Aekyo found it easy, just put it in one of Yuhan's usual places, and Aekyo accepted it

but without Aekyo knowing anything about the letter, Aekyo is not the type to be very curious unless she is told, otherwise, yes she will be silent without any nosiness at all

be Aekyo back to the management for a meeting with Kwan related to his report, and when going to the room Kwan, Aekyo saw Yuhan clean her desk and bring her camera and leave

Aekyo thinks it will definitely go to meet her and do her job so feel safe Aekyo immediately put a letter of care from Hyohoon for her to put around Yuhan's desk

but Aekyo is confused about where to be safe but Yuhan quickly sees it

being in a hurry to fear that anyone would know his plan, he thought of putting his computer keyboard on Yuhan's desk with a slight look to let Yuhan know of his letter

and almost got caught because Kwan called him

"Aekyo? why where I've been waiting" Kwan said

"hhh my god, oh yes this, I've brought it"

"ayo room"

Aekyo was relieved that Kwan no longer asked why Aekyo was around the office staff workspace there, Aekyo left safely and without anyone knowing

it was not long before Sunmi sat at her desk which was not far from Yuhan's desk followed by Haneul who sat right next to Yuhan's desk without realizing the existence of the letter paper

Yuhan came along, sat down and took care of her work, not yet conscious, but she realized the paper was typing from her computer keyboard

Yuhan took it without opening it first, and turned her head around but there was nothing she suspected

"ahh don't don't Nam" said Yuhan

Yuhan opens up a new reading of her and a word of longing, such as poetry but not, just an expression of longing, whose content..

"i miss you, too,

you don't look and feel like you're leaving me,

why it feels so long, though,

you know I'm without you a day feels like a year without anyone

please, meet me, or I'll make it to you"

the contents of the handwritten letter

"yes it must be Nam anyway, cook Nam, how many days are kangen kangen already" muttered Yuhan

"why Yuhan?" ask Haneul

"ahh no eoni, oh yeah, eoni see there's someone on my desk no?"

"no, I just got here before you came"

"ahhh"

"there's more flowers?"

"no"

"nothing, I'm just asking"

"ahh I think there's another mysterious gift"

"haha no no"

Yuhan continued her work, the afternoon when she was going home to meet with bangtan, Yuhan greeted them

"hi, at the end?" sapana

"nuna iyaa"

"have a good rest"

"get ready nuna, you too" Hoseok replied

"who else are you going back to?" ask Seokjin

"ahh, by yourself anyway" Yuhan replied glancing at Namjoon

"alone? need ushering?" ask Namjoon

"wooh, no"

"let Hyun deliver" Namjoon said

"no need, why, he's a different direction pity"

"oh okay, right alone yes" said Namjoon

"yes"

"yeah nuna, we're back" Hoseok said

"yes, byebye"

"bye nuna" said Seokjin

"ahh Nam, I want to talk" Yuhan said softly as she restrained Namjoon's arm

"yeah?"

"we were at my table?"

"no"

"no? you don't know about this letter? I thought you were"

"letter?" ask Namjoon

"this"

Namjoon looked at it and read it, he was shocked and confused

"who is this love, this is not my writing" replied Namjoon

"don't know, at my desk, I thought you, were the flower you"

"the flower is me, but it's not really me"

"who?"

"Namjooon" shouted manager Sejin

Namjoon took the letter and kept it, Yuhan so it was thought who sent it if it wasn't Namjoon

he remembered who approached him in the office, but nothing, all this time he was only close to the members bangtan only

bangtan left, Yuhan was waiting until the bangtan really far away, before long Kwan came

"ready? you got a schedule for dorm?" ask Kwan

"no, are you there?"

"that's not why I asked you, come on"

Kwan will accompany Yuhan home and it's like natural planning, where Kwan comes right when the bangtan goes so not until Namjoon knows

nightfall..

when Namjoon was in dorm, he saw the letter that Yuhan was referring to

Namjoon himself even became a thought as well, he read it over and over again, even to match the writing for the writing of every hand member bangtan

even looking at one by one all the writing of the dorm staff is not similar, all are very different, jauuuh, because the writing in the paper is so neat without any dirty in the slightest

"Jin hyung?" namjoon said he thought a lot of things

"ahh no, open it, I know Jin hyung's writing" he grumbled again

"Hobby?" namjoon thought again

"open, hobby I know too, not at all" he exclaimed again

"Yun..? what else is he, there is absolutely no way it is him, I know who he is" replied Namjoon again, speaking for himself