Y/N-

It had been a month now—an entire month of sending anonymous texts to Jungkook. What started out as a secret way to share my feelings without revealing myself had quickly become one of the highlights of my day. Every time his reply popped up on my screen, my heart would skip a beat, even if it was just a simple answer to something casual I'd asked. Talking to him like this, freely and without him knowing it was me, was more comforting than I'd ever imagined.

But lately, these conversations were beginning to stir something deeper inside me. The more we talked, the more I realized just how much I liked him—how much I'd always liked him, even back when we were just close friends. It felt bittersweet, knowing that he had no idea these texts were from me.

Sometimes, I'd type a message, almost ready to hint at my identity, then backspace each word just as quickly. I wasn't ready to take that step. I was terrified that if I revealed myself, everything between us would change. Even though I'd never seen him treat me as anything more than a friend, I couldn't help but wonder—was there a chance he could feel something, too? But at the same time, I feared that knowing it was me sending those texts would only make things awkward.

There were times, though, when I'd catch myself getting lost in the thought of him replying, *"I think I know who this is..."* or maybe even confessing that he felt the same. But whenever I snapped back to reality, I'd remind myself that these were just dreams—hopes that might only hurt me in the end.

One night, while we were messaging back and forth, I gathered the courage to ask, "Is there someone you talk to every day who's really special to you?"

He replied almost immediately: "I guess my best friends, Y/n and Tzuyu. They've been with me through everything, so yeah, they're important to me."

That answer, while it should have made me happy, left me feeling a little empty. Even though he'd mentioned me, he still only thought of me as a friend. It was a reminder that, to him, I was nothing more than his reliable buddy, someone who'd been there since the start. And maybe I was being selfish, wanting more than that.

But even with those doubts, I couldn't stop myself from reaching out again the next day, and the day after that. It was like a habit I couldn't break, a longing that grew stronger every time we talked. Each night, as I lay in bed typing out our messages, I knew my heart was becoming more vulnerable with every word I sent.

I wanted to confess. I wanted to tell him that it was me, that all these letters, messages, and feelings had been mine from the start. But the fear of losing him as a friend was too strong. And so, I kept the mask on, choosing to be his "secret admirer" a little longer, hoping that one day, maybe, he'd feel something more too—or that I'd finally find the courage to reveal myself. Until then, I would keep cherishing these conversations, even if he never knew it was me on the other end of the line.

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I was sitting with Tzuyu at our usual café, nursing a cup of coffee, when she leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So," she began, her voice full of curiosity and excitement, "Jungkook mentioned something interesting to me."

I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow. "What did he say?"

Tzuyu smirked, clearly enjoying every second of suspense. "He told me about a 'mystery girl' who's been messaging him. He's completely clueless about who she is, but he says she's been on his mind a lot."

My heart stopped for a second. I hadn't expected him to bring it up to Tzuyu. The whole point of staying anonymous was to avoid the risk of things getting complicated, and now he was discussing it with her? I couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety, imagining him analyzing every text I'd sent, wondering who I was and, worse, eventually figuring it out on his own.

Tzuyu's voice brought me back to reality. "I know it's you," she whispered, nudging me with her elbow.

I sighed, looking away. "Yeah, it's me. But I can't just reveal myself, Tzuyu. What if he doesn't feel the same way? What if it ruins everything we have?"

"Y/n," she said, her tone gentle but firm, "Jungkook is already wrapped up in this. He's invested. If he finds out it's been you all along, it could change things, yes, but it might change things for the better. And if you wait too long, he might end up hurt or disappointed if he figures out you've been hiding your feelings from him."

Her words made sense, but the idea of confessing was still terrifying. I bit my lip, staring down at my coffee, watching the faint spirals of steam rise and dissipate. Part of me wanted so badly to come clean—to tell him that it's me, that it's always been me, and that all those words I've been sending were written from my heart. But every time I imagined saying the words, I was struck by a paralyzing fear.

"What if... he just sees me as a friend? What if he's disappointed when he realizes it's me?"

Tzuyu shook her head. "Y/n, you're never going to know if you don't take that chance. He might be waiting for something real, something he can hold on to. Right now, he's probably confused, wondering who this mystery girl is, and what she means to him. You're already someone special to him as his best friend, and if you reveal yourself, he'll see it was you all along—the person who's been there, sharing his dreams and his fears."

I took a deep breath, her words sinking in. Maybe she was right. Maybe Jungkook needed to know the truth. After all, how much longer could I go on hiding behind anonymous messages? The uncertainty was tearing me apart, and knowing he was now openly talking about it only made it worse. If I didn't tell him, someone else might, or he might figure it out, and that would be so much worse than just telling him directly.

"So... you think I should just go for it?" I asked, searching her eyes for reassurance.

Tzuyu nodded. "Yes, Y/n. He deserves the truth, and you deserve the chance to know if he might feel something more."

With a shaky breath, I nodded, feeling a strange mix of fear and excitement. "Okay. I'll tell him soon," I whispered, half to myself, half to her.

Tzuyu squeezed my hand, her eyes full of encouragement. "You got this."

I managed a small smile, even as my heart hammered with nerves. For the first time since I'd started this, I was beginning to see a way out of the shadows. Maybe it was time to show Jungkook that it's been me all along. And whatever his reaction, at least I'd know the truth.

Later that evening, as I lay in bed, I drafted the text, feeling the words tumbling out from a place deep within me. Maybe tomorrow would be the day.

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JUNGKOOK-

It's been a month since I started getting these anonymous messages, and I still have no clue who's behind them. At first, I thought it was some prank or someone with a simple crush, but by now, I can tell there's something sincere about them. The messages are thoughtful, sometimes shy, sometimes funny, and they always leave me curious for more. Somehow, this mystery girl has started to feel like an important part of my day, and I find myself looking forward to hearing from her.

Every time I get a new text, I wonder what she's thinking, what she's like, and why she's chosen to keep her identity a secret. It's odd, I guess—caring about someone I've never seen or even spoken to in person. And yet, her words make me feel understood in a way I haven't felt before. There's this warmth, this comfort that feels strangely familiar. It's like talking to someone I've known all along.

The thought has crossed my mind that maybe it's someone from university, maybe even a friend. But I can't picture any of my friends going out of their way to send these kinds of messages. Especially not Y/n and Tzuyu. They've known me for years, and I know them too well. Y/n's too open and straightforward to do something like this; she wouldn't hide behind anonymous messages. She would just say it if she had something to tell me.

But then, sometimes I wonder—could it be her? It's not like I haven't thought about it before, even if it sounds crazy. There's this side of Y/n that's warm and kind, someone who genuinely cares, and lately, talking to her has felt... different. But every time I imagine it might be her, I push that thought aside. Y/n's my best friend, and it would be weird to suddenly think she's been hiding feelings like this from me. I know her too well—or at least, I think I do.

Still, I can't shake the feeling that the person behind these messages knows me really well. The way she brings up little things about my day or remembers details I've shared—it's more than just admiration. It's like she genuinely understands me, and I can't help but wonder who she is. I've thought about asking her to reveal herself, but something holds me back. Maybe I don't want to lose whatever we have here, or maybe I'm just scared that if she does reveal herself, the mystery, the excitement, and this strange connection will disappear.

Tonight, as I lay in bed, I receive another message from her. She asks me about my dreams for the future and if there's someone special in my life. I think for a moment and reply honestly: "My friends, Y/n and Tzuyu, are special to me. They've always been there, and I trust them more than anyone else."

I press send, feeling a little conflicted. Whoever this is, she's important too, and somehow, I want her to know that. But a part of me feels that until she reveals who she is, it'll be impossible to really open up. So for now, I'll keep talking to her, hoping that one day, I'll find out who she is. And until then, I'll keep wondering.

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