TAEHYUNG-

It had been a month since that night—the night of the success party where everything changed for me.

At first, I tried to shrug it off. After all, it was just a fleeting encounter, wasn't it? One of those passing moments you forget about the second you walk away. But no, this time, it wasn't that simple.

Her face—the way her eyes seemed to shy away when they met mine, the way her voice had sounded when she introduced herself as Mr. Park's daughter—kept circling my mind in a loop. Y/n. Even her name seemed to linger on my thoughts like a song I couldn't shake off.

I never thought much about love. It always seemed like a distant concept—something that didn't fit into my world. After my parents' separation when I was just seven, I made a vow to myself. I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt me the way I'd seen them hurt each other. Love, to me, was just a transient emotion that faded away as quickly as it came.

But Y/n? She was different.

I had barely spoken to her at the party. I'd only exchanged a few pleasantries, but there was something about her presence—something gentle, yet strong—that made me unable to forget her. She didn't throw herself into attention or try to impress anyone. No, Y/n seemed content just being herself, and that intrigued me more than I wanted to admit.

I found myself thinking about her more than I should have, to the point where it became impossible to focus on anything else. It wasn't like me to obsess over someone, but there I was—sitting in my office late into the night, going over spreadsheets and financial reports, but all I could see in my mind was her.

How was it possible? I didn't even know her well enough to be so drawn to her. We had barely exchanged a handful of words. But when she had looked at me that night, when our eyes had met in that fleeting moment, something shifted. I couldn't explain it.

Maybe it was the way she seemed so different from everyone else in my world—the world of business, power, and cold negotiations. I was supposed to be unaffected by someone like her, but there was a part of me that couldn't help but feel something stir within me whenever I thought about her.

I shook my head, trying to focus. There was work to be done, and the last thing I needed was to become distracted by a woman I barely knew. But every time I tried to turn my attention back to my tasks, her face would pop into my head again, and that quiet, nagging feeling in my chest wouldn't go away.

I pushed my chair back and stood up, pacing around my office as I tried to make sense of everything. "What is this?" I muttered to myself. I wasn't someone who entertained these kinds of thoughts. Relationships, emotions—they weren't for me. My life had always been about building KTH Enterprise, about proving myself in a world where my worth was measured by my success. That was all I needed, or so I thought.

But Y/n had somehow managed to worm her way into my thoughts without me even trying. And it was starting to drive me crazy.

I glanced out the window, the city lights twinkling in the distance, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. Something I couldn't name, something I couldn't pinpoint, but it was there, in the back of my mind—like a void that was slowly growing with every passing day.

I let out a deep sigh and sat back down at my desk, running my hands through my hair in frustration. I needed to clear my head. But it seemed like Y/n's image was embedded in every corner of my thoughts, making it impossible to escape.

The phone on my desk buzzed, snapping me out of my reverie. I glanced at the screen, seeing an incoming call from my grandfather.

"Grandfather," I answered, forcing my mind to focus on the conversation.

"How's everything going with the company?" His voice was steady, filled with that calm wisdom he always carried.

"Everything's fine," I replied, though I wasn't sure if that was true. My focus had been scattered lately, and I was having trouble keeping my mind on the business side of things. But I wasn't about to tell him that. "We're finalizing the Hales Textile collaboration. It's going well."

"I'm glad to hear it. You've worked hard for this, Taehyung. Just remember, you don't need to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. Take care of yourself too."

His words lingered in my mind long after the call ended. Take care of yourself too.

That was something I rarely thought about. I didn't make time for myself, not really. I was too focused on KTH, on proving I could make it alone after my parents had separated. I never asked for help, and I never allowed myself to feel vulnerable. But now, with Y/n occupying more and more of my thoughts, I found myself wondering if it was time to reconsider that.

Maybe I didn't have to do everything on my own. Maybe there was room for something—or someone—else in my life.

But then, I reminded myself, I had a reputation to uphold. I couldn't afford to let emotions dictate my actions, especially not with the way things were going at KTH. And yet, Y/n kept pulling me back to thoughts of her, making it harder to ignore the possibility of something more.

I let out a long breath and stood up again, looking out at the skyline. "Focus, Taehyung. Focus on what's important," I muttered, but even as I said it, I knew that my thoughts were no longer just about business.

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Y/N-

It had been two days since I'd slipped the letter into Jungkook's bag. I had expected some sort of reaction, maybe even a hint of awkwardness between us, but instead, everything seemed to be as normal as ever. He had laughed at my jokes, talked about his latest study session, and even mentioned a new video game he was planning to try. Not a single mention of the letter. Not even a look of confusion or curiosity.

The pit in my stomach deepened as I spoke to Tzuyu that afternoon. I couldn't keep the frustration out of my voice as I told her how indifferent Jungkook seemed.

"I don't think he even cares, Tzuyu," I said, my fingers absently twisting the hem of my sweater. "I put the letter in his bag like you said, and he's acted like nothing happened. Maybe he read it and just decided to ignore it. I don't know why I thought it would matter. Maybe he doesn't even see me that way."

Tzuyu's eyes softened with sympathy, but she didn't let my words settle without pushing back. "Y/n, maybe he didn't read it. You can't jump to conclusions. Jungkook isn't the type to just ignore something like that. He's probably just confused, or maybe he hasn't even had the chance to read it yet."

"I don't know," I muttered, gazing at the ground. "I was hoping something would change. Maybe even a small shift, you know? But nothing. He's the same as always, and I can't keep waiting for something to happen. I'm just... tired, Tzuyu."

I had told myself I wouldn't fall for him. That it was just a phase, a fleeting attraction. But the truth was, it wasn't. I was already too deep, and the more time I spent with Jungkook, the more I realized that he was someone I couldn't just let go of. He was my best friend, yes, but lately, it felt like the distance between us was growing. Like I could feel something inside of me pulling away, not because I wanted it to, but because I feared the rejection that could come if I ever told him how I truly felt.

Tzuyu, always the optimist, didn't let me wallow in my doubts for long. She gave me a pointed look and sighed dramatically, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're not giving up on him yet, are you?" she asked with a raised brow.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not giving up on him, Tzuyu. I just think I've made it obvious enough, and if he didn't get the hint, then maybe it's better this way. Maybe we're better off as friends."

"Stop that. If you truly want him to know how you feel, you can't just give up now," she said, her voice soft but firm. "You need to give him another chance to understand. Write another letter. Maybe this time, it'll be different."

I stared at her, feeling the weight of her suggestion sink in. Write another letter? That seemed so... dramatic. What if it made things worse? What if he found it strange that I was sending him anonymous letters? But then again, what did I have to lose? At this point, I was already as vulnerable as I could be without actually saying the words to his face.

"I... guess you're right," I sighed, feeling a sense of resignation settle in my chest. "Maybe another letter is the only way."

Tzuyu smiled, her face lighting up with encouragement. "Good! And this time, don't just tell him you like him. Tell him exactly how he makes you feel. You've got to be honest about it."

I nodded slowly, still unsure, but knowing that Tzuyu was right. I had to take that next step. Maybe Jungkook hadn't fully understood my feelings the first time. Maybe a second letter, with more depth, would help him see how much I cared about him.

Later that evening, I sat at my desk, staring at the blank sheet of paper before me. It was harder than I thought it would be. The words felt heavy, like they were too much to put down on paper, too much to let go of. My hands shook as I held the pen, unsure of where to start.

After a long pause, I finally wrote the first line.

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"Jungkook, I don't know how to say this to you directly, but I think you should know what I feel. I've spent so much time thinking about it, wondering how I could ever tell you, and yet, I can't stop thinking about you."

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The words flowed out of me in a rush, as though I'd been holding them back for far too long. I couldn't help but pour everything into this letter, the way I had felt all this time. The butterflies in my stomach when I saw him smile, the way his voice calmed me when I was upset, how I admired everything about him, and how his presence made me feel at ease.

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I took a deep breath and read over the letter, feeling a mixture of nervousness and relief. I had said it all, but I still wasn't sure what would come of it. Would Jungkook even understand? Would he realize it was me?

The anxiety started to creep back in, but I pushed it down. This was my chance to let him know, even if it was in a roundabout way. It was better than staying silent forever.

I folded the letter and slipped it into my bag, ready to deliver it to Jungkook. But as I stared at the folded paper, a thought crossed my mind. What if this time, he doesn't ignore it? What if he actually reads it and realizes it's me?

I sighed, the weight of the situation bearing down on me, but for once, I felt like I was doing something for myself. Even if it led to more confusion, at least I wouldn't have any regrets. At least I wouldn't keep wondering what might have been.

So, I took a deep breath and got ready to make the same leap, knowing that this was something I had to do for me—for the feelings I had been hiding for so long.

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JUNGKOOK-

I was on my way to class when I felt something strange in my bag. I reached inside and pulled out a piece of paper. Another letter.

At first, I didn't think much of it. After all, I had already received one a few days ago, and I had barely processed it. The first letter had come out of nowhere, and though I had thought long and hard about it, I hadn't been able to figure out who had written it. It was clear that whoever had written it was shy, careful with their words, and—most importantly—had strong feelings for me.

But there was no name. No clue to help me understand who this person was. The mystery of it had nagged at me, but I had tried to put it out of my mind. I had my exams coming up, and I didn't need distractions.

Still, curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the letter, skimming over the neat handwriting. The words were almost identical to the first letter—just as sweet, just as sincere. Whoever this was, they clearly cared for me.

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"Jungkook,

I don't know how to say this to you directly, but I think you should know what I feel. I've spent so much time thinking about it, wondering how I could ever tell you, and yet, I can't stop thinking about you.

I know this must be a lot, but I can't stay silent any longer. You've been such a big part of my life, even if you don't know it. Every little thing you do, every time you laugh or smile, it lights up my world in ways I can't explain. But I'm too afraid to tell you this in person, so I'm writing it down.

I care for you more than I should. I can't hide it anymore. But please understand, I'm not asking for anything. I just needed to say this.

- A girl who's too shy to speak her truth."

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I read the letter twice, the words swimming in my head.  Who was this?

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to feel flattered, confused, or even uncomfortable. The sentiment was kind, but I couldn't understand why someone would write to me like this. It felt... strange. And if I was being honest, I didn't know how to respond to something like this.

I thought about it for a moment. Could it be the same person from the first letter? Whoever wrote these letters had a soft, delicate way of expressing their feelings. They were clearly someone who cared for me, but they didn't want to put me on the spot by revealing their identity. I respected that—understanding how hard it could be to admit such feelings, especially to someone like me.

But still, there was no name, no way to trace this back to anyone specific. It left me with more questions than answers. Was it someone from my classes? A girl who had been watching me from afar, too shy to step forward? I couldn't be sure.

I folded the letter and slipped it back into my bag, my mind racing. I didn't know how to feel about it, but part of me couldn't shake the curiosity. Whoever this girl was, she had put a lot of thought and care into her words.

I couldn't ignore it.

I leaned back in my chair, running my fingers through my hair, trying to focus on the lectures and assignments ahead. But it was impossible. The mystery of this girl, the one who was hiding her feelings for me, lingered in the back of my mind, unresolved and unsolved.

I just wished I knew who she was. But who?

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