Y/N-

I flopped down on my bed, my phone pressed to my ear as I filled Tzuyu in on everything that had happened over the past week. From starting my internship at KTH Enterprise to the anonymous messages with Jungkook, and, most importantly, his response about how he only saw me as a friend. The words still stung a little, even now.

On the other end, Tzuyu listened intently, letting me ramble on until I finally paused. She knew everything—my feelings for Jungkook, my fears, and the lengths I'd gone to keep my identity a secret. After all, it wasn't exactly conventional to confess to someone through anonymous messages.

Tzuyu let out a dramatic sigh. "Y/n, you've been writing letters, sending messages, and literally obsessing over him for weeks now. Do you seriously plan on hiding forever?"

I frowned, knowing she wasn't entirely wrong. "It's not that easy, Tzuyu. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if I ruin what we have?"

"Oh my gosh, Y/n! I can't believe you're still talking to him like this!" Tzuyu's voice was half exasperated, half amused. "I told you from the start, just tell him how you feel!"

I sighed, rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. "I know, Tzuyu, but... he literally said he only sees me as a friend. What if confessing changes everything? I can't lose him. I'd rather be his friend than risk losing him completely."

"Y/n, I get it, really. But he's never going to see you any differently if he doesn't know how you feel," she said, her voice softening. "If you keep talking to him like this, maybe he'll start to realize there's something deeper there. Sometimes people just need a little push."

I stayed silent for a moment, considering her words. She wasn't wrong. Talking to Jungkook anonymously had become almost... thrilling. It was like we had our own little world, separate from reality, where I could say things I'd never dare to say to his face. And in a way, it gave me a chance to see a different side of him—a side he didn't always show openly.

"You're probably right," I murmured, biting my lip. "I don't know if I'm ready to confess, but... I guess I could keep talking to him like this for a little while longer. Maybe he'll open up to me about something. Maybe it'll lead somewhere."

Tzuyu let out a dramatic sigh. "Finally! Just don't take too long, alright? At some point, you're going to have to tell him the truth. But for now, keep things interesting. Maybe he'll start noticing little things... and maybe he'll feel something too."

I chuckled, feeling a small sense of relief. "Alright, alright. I'll keep talking to him. But no more nagging! If he starts to get suspicious or I feel like it's not going anywhere, then I'll stop."

"Deal," she said, laughing. "But just remember, you deserve a chance at happiness, Y/n. And if he doesn't realize how amazing you are, then it's his loss."

I smiled, grateful to have someone like Tzuyu by my side. She always knew how to make me feel better, even when I felt like everything was spiraling out of control. After we hung up, I lay back, my mind drifting to Jungkook again.

Maybe Tzuyu was right. Maybe this was my chance to break through his walls, to show him a part of myself he'd never seen before. And maybe, just maybe, he'd start to see me differently.

I picked up my phone, staring at his number for a moment, debating whether or not to send him another message. Finally, my fingers moved over the screen, typing out a quick text before I could second-guess myself.

"Hey... do you ever think about your future and who you want by your side?"

I stared at the message for a moment before hitting send, my heart pounding as I imagined what his response might be. This whole anonymous thing might be risky, but it also felt oddly exhilarating. For now, I'd take Tzuyu's advice and let things play out.

After all, there was a tiny spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd start to see me as more than just his best friend. And if that didn't happen? Well, at least I'd know I tried.

I lay back on my pillow, staring at the ceiling. The room was quiet, but my mind was anything but. Thoughts of Jungkook filled my head—his laugh, his smile, the way he always knew how to make me feel better. He was such a huge part of my life, and yet, I couldn't help but wonder if I'd ever be more than just a friend to him.

I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away, but they clung to me like a shadow. Would he ever think about me the way I thought about him? Would he ever look at me and see more than just a friend?

Or was I destined to always be on the outside, hiding my feelings while he remained blissfully unaware?

The questions swirled in my mind, unanswered and heavy. And yet, despite the uncertainty, a part of me couldn't let go of the hope that maybe, just maybe, things could change.

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JUNGKOOK-

Lying on my couch, I scrolled through my phone absentmindedly. It had been another long day of planning for my startup, and honestly, the quiet moments like these were what kept me sane. But what I looked forward to most these days wasn't the moments of rest—it was the messages.

That anonymous number.

I stared at the latest text that had come in a few hours ago, reading it for the fourth time.

"How was your day? Working hard as always, I bet."

It was such a simple message, but it made me smile. This person—whoever they were—had a way of saying just the right thing to make me feel lighter. Their words weren't overly dramatic or intrusive, just... thoughtful.

And I liked it.

It was strange, really. At first, when the letters had stopped and the messages started, I thought it was odd, almost intrusive. Who writes letters in this age anyway? And why switch to texting without revealing who they are? But now, it had become a part of my life. A small part, but one that I found myself looking forward to more and more.

I couldn't help but wonder who they were.

Was it someone I saw every day? Maybe someone from university? Or was it a complete stranger who somehow knew me well enough to say things that resonated?

For some reason, I didn't think it was a stranger. There was something familiar about their words, like they already knew me on some level.

The mystery tugged at me constantly. I wasn't someone who believed in destiny or soulmates, but this whole situation felt... unique. Like it was meant to happen.

Whoever this person was, they had a way of making me feel seen, even though I didn't know who they were. In a weird way, I felt like I could be honest with them, more than I could with some of the people I saw every day.

I typed out a reply, pausing to think before I sent it.

"Yeah, it was a long day. But your messages always make it better. Can I ask something? Why don't you tell me who you are?"

I hit send and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

Would they answer? Probably not. They'd been careful not to reveal anything about themselves so far. But I couldn't help but hope.

The truth was, I wanted to know. Not just out of curiosity, but because I felt like this person mattered. Like they had become part of my life, and I wanted to thank them properly.

As the minutes passed with no response, I sighed and set my phone down. Maybe I'd never find out who they were. Maybe this would just remain a mystery, a little secret that brightened my days without ever revealing itself.

But a part of me couldn't let go of the idea that one day, I'd figure it out. One day, I'd know who this person was.

And when that day came, I'd finally have the chance to tell them just how much their words had meant to me.

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