Y/N-

Ever since our final exams ended, I'd felt this emptiness creeping in, this strange sense of something unfinished. I'd written Jungkook those letters, pouring my heart out in every word, hoping—no, yearning—that he'd somehow notice it was me. But he hadn't said a thing, hadn't given any hint that he suspected me, and now that we'd graduated, it felt like a chapter was closing. No more letters in his bag, no more subtle hints. Just... silence.

As I lay on my bed that night, my thoughts spiraled. I wanted so badly to talk to him, to tell him everything I'd felt for so long. But every time I pictured confessing in person, I felt my confidence waver, the fear of rejection clouding my mind. What if he looked at me and laughed? Or worse—what if he pitied me? I couldn't bear the thought.

I stared at my phone, scrolling through my contacts and lingering on Jungkook's name. I'd memorized every inch of his face, every expression he made. He was my best friend, my first love, and yet I was terrified to tell him.

Suddenly, an idea struck me. What if I messaged him anonymously? It would be like the letters, only more direct. I could express myself without him knowing who I was. It was risky, but it was better than this endless wondering. I decided I'd use a new number to keep my identity hidden. That way, I could still tell him how I felt without having to confront the possibility of rejection directly.

After a few moments of hesitation, I set up a new number and opened the messaging app, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with thoughts. What should I say? How much should I reveal?

I typed out a few drafts, each one feeling too intense or too vague, then deleted them all. My hands were starting to feel clammy, but I finally settled on a simple message.

"Hi! You don't know who I am, but I'm the one who wrote those letters you used to find in your bag."

I stared at the screen, reading the words over and over again, debating whether to hit "send." Was this a mistake? Was I about to make a fool of myself? My thumb hovered over the button for what felt like an eternity, my heart thumping wildly.

But finally, I took a deep breath and hit "send."

The message went through, and I felt a strange mixture of relief and terror. There was no turning back now. My mind raced with thoughts of what he might say, how he might react. Would he even reply? Or would he ignore it, dismissing it as a prank?

I lay back, staring at the ceiling, the glow of my phone screen fading as I waited. It felt like every second stretched into minutes, the silence in my room amplifying my heartbeat.

Ding.

My phone vibrated, and I quickly grabbed it, my pulse quickening.

"Who are you? And why didn't you ever tell me who you were?"

A nervous smile crept onto my lips. He had replied. And from his response, it seemed like he really had no idea who I was. I took a deep breath, typing carefully, wanting to express myself without giving away too much.

I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. I've admired you for so long, but I was too afraid to tell you in person. The letters were the only way I could let my feelings out.

After sending the message, I bit my lip, anxiously waiting for his response. This was nerve-wracking, yet somehow thrilling. I could feel my hands trembling slightly, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through me.

Another message came in a moment later.

"I wish you'd told me. It's strange, you know... I kind of liked getting those letters. They made my days brighter, especially during the stressful times."

My heart did a little flip at his words. So he had noticed. And he... liked them? I couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of relief and warmth, I hadn't expected.

"I'm glad they made you happy," I replied. "I was scared you'd think it was silly."

There was a long pause before his next message came through.

"It wasn't silly. Actually... it was sweet. But I can't help wondering—why not just reveal yourself now?"

I froze, my fingers hovering over the screen. I wanted to tell him so badly. But every part of me screamed to keep my identity hidden, just a little longer. Maybe it was cowardly, but I wasn't ready. Not yet.

"Maybe someday," I typed back. "For now, just know that I care about you more than you realize."

As I hit "send," I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, even as a new one settled in. This was the closest I'd ever come to telling him the truth. For now, it would have to be enough.

The conversation went quiet after that, and I placed my phone on the nightstand, exhaling deeply. I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, or if Jungkook would figure it out. But tonight, I could finally sleep with a sense of calm, knowing he at least knew someone out there cared for him deeply.

Maybe someday, I'd have the courage to tell him everything.

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JUNGKOOK-

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the message on my phone. It had been so long since I last found one of those letters in my bag, and I thought whoever had been sending them had simply lost interest or moved on. I never imagined they'd reach out again, and definitely not through a text message.

The anonymous number wasn't saved in my contacts. There were no hints, no name, nothing familiar about it—just this confession from someone who had admired me in silence. It was strange. I'd gotten used to those letters during our final year, even looking forward to them. They added a kind of mystery to my days, a feeling of warmth knowing someone out there thought about me like that, even if I had no clue who it was.

I'd gone back and forth in my mind for so long, wondering if it was some girl from class, someone from the club, or even a friend. But every time, I came up empty. And now here it was again—a new message, this time revealing a little more, but still leaving me in the dark.

"I didn't want to risk ruining our friendship. I've admired you for so long, but I was too afraid to tell you in person. The letters were the only way I could let my feelings out."

I read the message again, slowly. The letters were from someone close enough to worry about our friendship. Someone who'd been too afraid to say it directly. It didn't make sense; if they were this close to me, then who could it be? Why had they stayed hidden for so long?

I sent back a reply, hoping to coax a little more information out of them. "I wish you'd told me. It's strange, you know... I kind of liked getting those letters. They made my days brighter, especially during the stressful times."

It was the truth. University had been stressful, and with all the pressure of exams and the uncertainty about the future, those letters had somehow grounded me. They made me feel... cared for, in a way I hadn't realized I needed. I didn't know who this person was, but there was something warm about knowing that someone had thought about me that way.

After a pause, another message popped up. "I'm glad they made you happy. I was scared you'd think it was silly."

Silly? There was nothing silly about it. I shook my head, smiling a little at their words. Whoever this was, they had clearly put a lot of thought and care into those letters. I couldn't imagine calling that silly. In fact, it was touching in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. I wanted to know more, to understand why they'd kept it hidden for so long.

"It wasn't silly," I typed back. "Actually... it was sweet. But I can't help wondering—why not just reveal yourself now?"

I waited, staring at my phone, wondering if this was the moment I'd finally get some answers. But the reply I received was vague, almost evasive, like they weren't quite ready.

"Maybe someday. For now, just know that I care about you more than you realize."

I felt my brows furrow as I read the words. "Maybe someday"? They were still keeping me at a distance, hiding behind these messages. Why were they so afraid to come forward? It made me wonder if there was more to it—something deeper they were struggling with.

I sighed, setting my phone down, but my mind was buzzing with thoughts. The way they worded things, it felt like they were close to me. Maybe someone I saw often, someone who had watched from the sidelines, waiting for the right time. But now that I thought about it, my mind was blank. So many people came in and out of my life during university, and I hadn't paid much attention to romantic signals or confessions. And now that I had more time to think, I couldn't help but feel curious. There was something about this anonymous admirer that intrigued me in ways I hadn't expected.

A part of me wanted to ask around, maybe see if anyone knew anything. But I didn't want to embarrass whoever it was. And there was a part of me, a small part, that liked the mystery. It reminded me of those quiet moments in university when I'd find a letter waiting for me, and for a few minutes, I could believe someone out there had a soft spot for me.

Tonight, as I lay in bed, I kept going over the conversations I'd had with the girls in my life, trying to piece together who it might be. Y/n and Tzuyu were the two people I spent the most time with, but I'd never considered either of them as more than friends. Y/n was my closest friend, and I knew her well—or at least, I thought I did. But thinking back, I did remember how she sometimes acted a little shy or flustered when we talked about relationships. I wondered if... no, it couldn't be her, right? Y/n had always been straightforward, at least with me. There was no way she'd keep something like this a secret. But then again, maybe I didn't know her as well as I thought.

The possibility hung in my mind, but I quickly dismissed it, telling myself I was reading too much into things. Y/n was just Y/n—my best friend, the one person who'd always been there for me. I didn't want to complicate our friendship with wild guesses. No, this anonymous admirer was likely someone else, someone waiting in the background.

But as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this than I realized. Whoever this person was, they cared about me, maybe even more than I deserved. And though it was just a series of messages on a screen, I felt a warmth I hadn't felt in a long time, a feeling that maybe someone out there saw me as more than just a friend.

One day, I'd find out who it was. Until then, I'd keep my heart open, hoping that when the time came, I'd finally get the answers I'd been looking for.

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