Mrs Jang closes the door behind her, arms crossed, face stern. Jungkook and Taehyung straighten their posture, bracing for a scolding; knowing Mrs Jang, she won't let them off with just a slapped wrist and the 'don't do it again' talk.

"Can one of you please explain why you think it's okay to disrupt my class?"

Jungkook looks away while Taehyung scratches the back of his head.

"I don't do this for me," she continues. "I'm here to teach you guys." She lifts her finger pointing back and forth between Jungkook and Taehyung. "And this is how you treat me?"

"Sorry, miss," Taehyung mutters.

"This is your education," she emphasises. "So please answer the question. What makes you think it's okay to act the way you two did?"

"It's not okay," Taehyung says, Jungkook's eyes drifting down, taking a sudden interest in the creases of his knuckles.

"Jungkook! Are you listening?"

Jungkook looks up at the teacher, nodding. "Yes, miss."

She looks at Jungkook specifically before asking, "Tell me why you were disrupting the class?"

Jungkook points at himself, eyebrows raised. "Me? What about him?" He points to Taehyung. "He's the one who started it."

"Hey! I thought we sorted this out," Taehyung protests, his brows furrowing.

"We are not playing the blame game, Jungkook," Mrs Jang says. "You're both standing out here in the hallway."

Jungkook sighs, looking to his feet. "I'm sorry, miss. My intentions weren't to disrupt the class."

Mrs Jang straightens her posture, nodding. "I better hope not."

"It won't happen again," Taehyung says.

She looks at her watch. "You two can enter again, however—" Jungkook and Taehyung begin to walk. "HOWEVER," she raises her voice, stopping them in their tracks. "Both of you will be on cleaning duty Monday lunchtime."

Jungkook mentally groans. He looks at Taehyung, who doesn't seem to be phased. Cleaning duty at lunchtime shouldn't be allowed—how are they meant to eat if they are stuck cleaning? Is that what Mrs Jang wants? For her students to starve and die before they can get the education that she deemed important enough to punish them for disrupting it? The whole system is flawed.

They return to a rowdy classroom. Many students look to both Jungkook and Taehyung, gossiping about what happened.

They probably got cleaning duty.

The chair almost hit the person behind him.

Taehyung is hot.

A Lovers quarrel?

I heard Jungkook has a secret admirer.

Jungkook sits down at his desk blocking out all the whispers, focusing back on the note. Perhaps it's best to pretend that this never happened. He scrunches the paper, slipping it in his pocket, writing a mental note to throw it out later.

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Opening his locker, Jungkook notices a piece of paper. Did one of the notes he wrote fall out of his bag? He grabs the note, unfolding the paper.

I wonder what you'd look like... underneath me.

Jungkook's breath hitches. A burning sensation itching beneath his skin. Now that took a raunchy turn.

"Can I see?" Taehyung asks.

Jungkook quickly closes his hand around the note, shoving it into his pocket. "Absolutely not."

Taehyung frowns. "Again?"

Jungkook shakes his head, clenching his fists out of embarrassment. "It's nothing. Don't worry."

"If it's nothing, let me—" Taehyung reaches into Jungkook's pocket, swiping the note out.

"H-Hey!" Jungkook protests, trying to snatch it back, but Taehyung uses his arm as a barricade.

Taehyung reads, "I wonder what you'd look like... Underneath me?! Damn! This is some spicy stuff here." His giggles sound through the corridor.

"Stop," Jungkook pleads. "It's embarrassing."

Taehyung manages to get a hold of himself, handing the note back to Jungkook, his hand barely reaching out before the paper is yanked from it, sliding along the length of his finger. "I think you just gave me a papercut," Taehyung says, his bottom lip pouting as his eyes drop to inspect the damage done to his index finger. "These notes are getting bolder. I wonder if your admirer will be bold enough to show their face. I'd love to meet them."

"And I'd love to get the hell out of here."

And that's precisely what they did, although, Jungkook has his room all to himself this time. Taehyung didn't linger around long after school. After they'd played a few games of Smash, Taehyung had left, finally giving Jungkook some peace and quiet.

Will the notes continue? Maybe the writer will get bored, or maybe Taehyung is right, and the notes aren't meant for him. Jungkook wouldn't mind if it were a mishap. It would be one less thing for him to think about, especially now that he has a double date to prepare for. He wonders if Eunji has heard the news yet. He'll need to apologise to her; he just hopes that she'll understand.

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Monday. Oh, how he dreads Mondays. Today, however, is not a typical Monday. He tried getting his mum to call the school to say he was sick, but his acting didn't fool her. She ended up telling Taehyung when he arrived to walk with Jungkook. Taehyung had just laughed.

He had spent the entire weekend drawing threads on a mini whiteboard, trying to figure out who could possibly fancy Jungkook enough to write these. He doesn't come to a conclusion. There's nothing concrete in his clues—well, they're not exactly clues; they're more like assumptions. He started to think that perhaps the notes were meant for Taehyung all along—it wouldn't surprise him, and it makes more sense too.

Walking into homeroom, he is surprised to see Mina sitting at the desk in front of Jungkook's. Since when was Mina in their homeroom?

"Good morning," she greets Taehyung.

Taehyung smiles at her. "Did you change homeroom?"

It's exactly what Jungkook was thinking! He smiles, knowing they share the same wavelength. However, the smile disappears when he sees a note on his seat. He grabs it while sitting down.

"I was always in this homeroom," Mina says, looking bothered. "I just usually sit at the front but some guy took my spot, so I sat here instead."

"Did you put this here?" Jungkook asks, waving the note.

Mina frowns. "Why would I do that?"

"It's a note!" Taehyung exclaims, trying to snatch it, but Jungkook's reflexes kick in, preventing it.

"Well... Did you see anyone put it here?" Jungkook asks.

Mina shrugs. "I didn't see anyone with a 'note'," she air quotes. "For all we know, you could have just taken it out of your pocket."

Taehyung gasps as Jungkook scowls.

"Why would I even— Ugh. I don't even care anymore." Jungkook unfolds the note, reading:

My lips are still waiting. Don't worry, I won't turn into a frog. I promise.

Jungkook clicks his tongue. Whoever this is, their lips will be waiting for a long time. None of this is tangible; it can't be real. Jungkook isn't meant for kisses. He does wonder what it would be like, though. Is it something he would like? Perhaps if the note-writer would show their face, he'd consider.

The more he thinks about kissing, the more he wants it. Maybe he can ask Taehyung... Not to kiss— No, no. Never. He couldn't. He meant that surely Taehyung has kissed someone, right? Someone he hasn't told Jungkook about. Taehyung is someone who deserves kisses.

Not that he wouldn't want to kiss Taehyung... Well, if he asked maybe—

"Jungkook?" Taehyung pokes his shoulder. "Can I read the note?"

Jungkook passes the note without protest, his cheeks feeling hot. Of course his thoughts led to kissing Taehyung. The word consideration no longer has meaning when his imagination runs wild. Although if he had the chance with Taehyung, he would take it. It's fine to fantasise over the impossible. No harm in that.

"Cute," Taehyung says.

"W-What?" Jungkook snaps his head to Taehyung.

"The note," Taehyung says. "It's cute."

"Oh."

"I wonder if it's someone we know," Taehyung says, putting a finger up to his chin.

Jungkook shakes his head. He has no idea.

His confusion follows him to his first class. His locker graced him with another note that had Jungkook's nerves tingling.

It's not just my lips that hurt. My cheeks, my hand, my arm, my neck... Kiss them better?

He texted Soobin asking if he knew anything about the notes, to which he replied with a bunch of question marks. It can't possibly be Soobin. Jungkook can't picture it. Soobin is too innocent for a stunt like this. Surely.

Focusing on the teacher is more challenging when all he can think about is kisses, so he tries to find distractions elsewhere in the room. The infirmary guy is in this class. Jungkook furrows his brows, the boy's name still slipping his mind. As you can tell, Jungkook isn't good at remembering people's names. The only clue he has on the guy is that he hangs in Yoongi's circle. He's pretty sure his name starts with a J.

J...

He stops himself from staring. His eyes lingering for perhaps a little too long—he doesn't want J... to know Jungkook is staring right at him. Those thoughts last only a minute longer as his eyes wander back when he sees the boy writing on a scrap piece of paper, biting down on his lip.

It couldn't be.

The new culprit raises his hand, asking permission to go to the bathroom. Jungkook abruptly stands up to follow.

"Jungkook, sit back down," Mr Jung says.

"But sir, I need to go to the bathroom," Jungkook whines in protest.

The infirmary guy looks at Jungkook, his eyes filled with questions. In fact, the whole classroom is staring at him as if he had asked to leave to pursue his dream career as a clown instead of asking to use the toilet. Perhaps he could have timed this one better.

"You'll have to wait until Jimin comes back. Then you can go," Mr Jung says, motioning for Jungkook to sit back down. Jungkook dejectedly follows the motion back to his seat. Maybe he should have thought that one through a bit more.

Jimin's eyes move to Jungkook for one last puzzled glance before disappearing behind the door and out of the room.

Jimin. That's right. Jungkook knew it started with a J. It's all coming back to him now. Park Jimin. The guy who won the talent show last year with some contemporary dance piece. Yes. Park Jimin, the boy who might be writing Jungkook's love notes.

But why? Jungkook zones out for the rest of the class, pondering this question, forgetting to leave when Jimin silently glides back into the classroom.

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A.N: I'm back! Sorry for the wait 💜