Dear Diary, + 

Today was the first day of school. It felt… overwhelming. Not because of the classes, or the teachers, or even the thought of being back in a classroom. It was because of *him*. + 

There’s a new kid, and honestly, I didn’t even register his name. I was too caught up trying to anticipate what I’d write about later in this very diary. But even through that self-absorption, I noticed him. + 

He’s small, with light brown hair, full lips, and hands that look… delicate. He’s handsome, truly. It’s a quiet kind of handsome, not loud or flashy. + 

Maybe we could be friends. I hope we can be friends. I really do. It feels… important. + 

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(Taestan’s note, scrawled at the bottom of the page) + 

The “Fake Love” music video is incredible. Seriously, *incredible*. But I’m completely lost. What is Big Hit even *doing*? (Guys, I love Big Hit, don’t come for me.) Seriously though, it’s stunning. + 

Hope you like this chapter. ???? + 