Okay, before I start let me tell you that I'm not a heartless bitch, I just know how people's minds work. Okay? Don't hate me after this.

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Taehyung had been acting weird throughout the whole day and it really had started to get on my merves at some point.

I don't know what exactly it was what I'm labeling as 'weird' but it was simply a change in his behaviour I couldn't quite put a finger on.

Maybe it was his lack of words (but he didn't talk less).

Or him not eating as much as usually (but he didn't eat less).

I don't remember why it stood out to me that much. But when it came to Tae everything was always in an extensive amount if you get what I mean. But just not today.

But what irritated me utterly was when he slipped me a note although he sat right next to me.

Like, come one why couldn't you just tell me? No need to waste resources like this.

I frowned when I read the note.

Meet me behind the school building after lessons <3

Besides that this message was so Tae, my hopes rose that he would finally get off his chest what obviously was bothering him the whole day.

And oh, did he do this.

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I was slowly strolling to the location Tae had named.

He had hurried to get out of class and I supposed that it was better if I took my time, considering that he probably needed time to prepare for I-don't-fucking-know-what.

When I turned around the corner I faced a... let's just say mess of a Taehyung.

He was fiddling with the sleeves of his Hello Kitty sweater, blushing like crazy without even having said a word till now.

I leaned against the school wall with one shoulder, crossing my arms and waiting patiently till he got his shit together.

He reached to the back pocket of his washed out shorts (can I point out that his legs looked hella fine in them [not that I'm being jealous or anything]) and took out a bouquet of neatly folded paper flowers.

I cocked my head, already knowing what was about to come but not being really surprised as he made a step forwards with his head hung low to hide his blush.

"I- uhm... I think I r-really like you Y/N."

He reached the paper flower-bouquet towards me while saying this, gaze still avoiding mine and a soft smile formed on my face - a genuine one for once.

"No, Tae you don't." I said while gently pushing his arms that were extended towards me back to his chest, "Atleast not the way you think you do."

His head shot up, a confused expression on his face that I could just describe as pure, "No?"

I shook my head, trying my best to not come over as rude in this moment, "No. You just think it because I'm literally the only one who treats you normally, right?"

He nodded, lower lip worried between his teeth, "Maybe..."

"We don't even know each other well." I stated.

He nodded slowly, a mixture of saddness and hopefulness on his pretty face, "L-Let's stay friends and get to know each other then."

I nodded with a smile and forced myself to step forward and hug him, putting the uncomfortableness I felt aside, for Taehyung.

"Okay then... see you tomorrow?" He asked awkwardly after I detached myself from him and I grinned, giving him thumbs-up.

"See ya!"

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It was true what I said about him.

He had such a bubbly personality, yet I was the only one treating him normally, being friends with him, so it was naturally for a person like Tae to get attached so easily.

But what he felt- or thought he felt wasn't real. It was his mind forcing him to like me because I was the only one coming in question, not because I was actually likeable (okay, this sounded harsh).

And I didn't want this. Someone liking me because they had no other choice. I mean, how could you accept feelings which you know aren't genuine?

Also let's be honest, I was slightly panicked, Tae being the first one confessing to me. Though I think I handled the situation quite good, I wasn't rude was I?

Great Y/N you're making some progress

What an accomplishment.

I just would've to see how this affected our friendship. I used to like how it was. I really did.

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Ooh what do you think about her reaction towards his confession?

xx