Y/N-

Six months. It had been six whole months since I'd started texting Jungkook anonymously, pouring out my feelings to him without him knowing it was me on the other end. It had started out as a small, almost silly experiment—a way to get my feelings off my chest without risking our friendship. But over time, those messages became a secret lifeline, a place where I could let out all the feelings I'd kept buried for so long.

But now, things felt different. I couldn't keep hiding like this. I wanted Jungkook to know that the person behind all those words and confessions was me, his best friend. I wanted to see his face, hear his reaction, know once and for all if he could ever feel the same way about me.

Feeling a rush of nervous excitement, I grabbed my phone and called Tzuyu. She picked up quickly, her cheerful voice making me feel more at ease.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked, sounding bright and curious.

"I'm finally going to do it," I said, my voice trembling with both fear and excitement. "I'm going to tell Jungkook that I'm the one who's been sending him those anonymous messages."

There was a pause, then I heard her squeal with excitement. "Finally! I knew this day would come! So, what's the plan?"

"I... I was thinking of meeting him at the park near the river, the one where we'd sometimes go after classes. It feels right—it's peaceful, and it's a place we both like." I could picture it in my mind, the quiet path lined with trees, the soft sounds of the river nearby.

"Perfect! That's perfect, Y/n!" Tzuyu's voice was filled with encouragement. "Just be yourself, and tell him everything. He deserves to know, and you deserve to be honest about how you feel."

Her words gave me the boost of confidence I needed. "Thank you, Tzuyu. Really. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You don't need to thank me," she replied warmly. "Just promise you'll call me right after and tell me how it went!"

I laughed, the nerves still bubbling beneath the surface but feeling lighter now. "I promise."

After hanging up with Tzuyu, I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts and mustering the courage to send him the message. I opened up our anonymous chat, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as I typed out the message.

> "There's something important I need to tell you. Please meet me tomorrow at the river park at 4 p.m. I'll be waiting."

I hit send, my heart racing as the message was delivered. There. It was done. Now there was no going back.

I lay back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I tried to imagine all the different ways tomorrow could go. I felt a strange mix of excitement and dread. I wanted to believe that Jungkook could see me as more than just his friend, that maybe he'd felt something in those messages that went beyond friendship. But there was also that gnawing fear—what if he didn't feel the same way? What if this confession just made things awkward between us?

Still, the thought of finally revealing the truth was freeing. I had been hiding my feelings for too long, and even though the outcome was uncertain, I knew this was something I needed to do for myself.

Tomorrow could change everything, but for the first time, I felt ready for whatever might happen.

JUNGKOOK-

I was sitting on my bed, scrolling through my messages when I saw the latest one from my "anonymous admirer." Over the past six months, her messages had become something I looked forward to. Even though I didn't know who she was, the things she'd written made me feel... seen in a way. It was like she understood things about me that most people didn't, and it was comforting.

Today, her message was different.

> "There's something important I need to tell you. Please meet me tomorrow at the river park at 4 p.m. I'll be waiting."

I reread it a few times, feeling my pulse quicken. So, she wanted to meet in person. After all these months of guessing, wondering who this girl could be, I might actually get an answer.

I'd thought about her so many times, trying to picture who she could be. Part of me had started to believe that she'd never reveal herself, that she might just keep sending messages without ever showing me who she was. But now... now there was a chance I'd finally meet her.

As I put my phone down, I couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions—excitement, curiosity, and even a bit of nervousness. I'd been honest with her about a lot of things. She knew me well, but I realized that I hardly knew anything about her. And there was this odd feeling, like maybe she was someone close to me, someone I hadn't considered. Could it be someone I already knew? Or was she a complete stranger?

I thought back to my friends, running through the people I'd spent time with. It couldn't be Tzuyu; she was too straightforward for something like this. And Y/n... I shook my head, laughing at the thought. Y/n and I were close, sure, but she would've told me if she liked me, right? Besides, Y/n was just Y/n—my best friend, my anchor. I couldn't imagine her hiding something like this from me.

Still, as I lay back on my bed, I couldn't shake a nagging thought that maybe I was missing something. The anonymous messages had left me questioning so many things about myself and about love. I wasn't even sure if I believed in the idea of someone waiting out there just for me. But, somehow, she had me wondering. She made me believe in something a little more hopeful.

Tomorrow, I'd finally know who she was. I just hoped I'd be able to say the right thing, whatever it turned out to be. I drifted off with the text still open, anticipation tightening in my chest as I thought about what tomorrow would bring.

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