A/N: BTS'S COMEBACK IN LESS THAN AN HOUR HOLY SHIT?? I HOPE THEY RELEASE AT 12 AM FOR REAL THOUGH

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Aoi's POV

I tapped my foot repeatedly on the ground below me, my arms folded against my chest as I waited impatiently for Park Jimin to come in front of this cafe. Rina called him about ten minutes ago and even if she told me to stay inside the cafe with her, I insisted and told her that I'll wait outside instead.

Everything that Rina had showed me earlier never left my head, not even once. I still couldn't believe everything. Why is Yeon-joo dead? Why did she kill herself? And why was Jimin involved with it? Shit.

I couldn't think straight, I really couldn't. I just wanted to see Jimin this instant. I waited longer, my feet stuck in my place at the moment as I waited for Jimin to come. I just wanted to ask him about everything he knows.

"Aoi." I flinched at the sound of my name. I turned my head to the right to see Jimin tilting his head to the right and giving me a small yet sad smile that I swore to God I've never seen before.

Sad smiles, why do they exist? If you're sad, why do you need to fucking smile?

"Jimin, you know something Yeon-joo don't you?" I immediately confronted him through gritted teeth, "Don't tell me that you're the reason she killed herself! Tell me everything, Park Jimin, I fucking want to know everything!" I shouted right away, leaving him taken aback by my sudden outburst.

"Look, Aoi, I'm sorry for your loss but I want you to calm down first. Let's not talk about it first, please. Just please come with me and I'm sure I'll help you understand." He said and rushed to my side and was about to put his hand on my back to comfort me until I gestured him to not even think about it.

"Who the hell are you, Jimin? Why did you come in my life all so sudden? Did you plan this all along, huh? To give me a shitty first impression and then reveal to me that you were involved with the death of my ex best friend?" I asked through gritted teeth.

He didn't say anything else and then held out his hand for me to hold. My gaze dropped on his hand then glanced back to his eyes in confusion.

"What the fuck?"

"Just come with me, okay? I'm going to bring you somewhere and you'll have to trust me first when I promise you that I'll tell you everything once we get there. So do you want to hold my hand right now or not, Aoi? Holding it means you trust me." Jimin asked again and I looked down on his hand once more.

I looked away and landed my hand on his, jolts of electricity flowing through me because of the contact. Why is Jimin making me feel this certain way? But to Jimin, he probably isn't feeling anything close to what I'm feeling right now. He grabbed my hand without hesitation and started walking- more like dragging me to somewhere I'm not familiar with.

He's somewhat ahead of me and was pretty much more focused on the way we're heading off to while I'm here with my cheeks tinted with a light shade pink and my gaze never left our hands even once.

Do I trust Jimin?

This much?

The long walk (not really) ended when we finally reached an unfamiliar destination. Standing in front of me was an enormous public library that looked like it just opened last year.

"Why are we here?" I asked and laid out my sassy tone for a bit, confused. I'm not a voracious reader myself so I was pretty much confused as to why Jimin brought me here, in fact I was the complete opposite of a bookworm. I hated books and everything, they just seem so boring to me for God knows what reason.

I turned my head to Jimin who's beside me, looking up, the nostalgic feeling engulfing him bit by bit as he smiled towards the view. His smile looked so sincere thought at the same time, it looked very sentimental as well. "Yeon-joo and I used to go here a lot."

"Y-Yeon-joo?" I gulped at the sound of her name, "Who are you to her?"

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders, followed by a light chuckle, "Let's say that Yeon-joo had a boyfriend before she died. And yes, she did, she loves him so much but I'm the only one who knows what he can do to her. I know he's using her to get closer to someone, and I knew that he never really loved her." He pressed his lips in a tight line.

Boyfriend? I remember Yeon-joo having a boyfriend behind my back was one of the reasons why I dumped her.

I just remembered that Yeon-joo became a part of my life too.

My gaze at Jimin started to look a little more serious, but he just turned to me with an eyesmile as if he never told me something that can lead to something heartbreaking. "Let's go in? I'm going to show you something." He invited and I didn't hesitate to come with him because I wanted to know more.

The moment I took a step into the bookstore, I was greeted by the strong aroma of an average library and the surprisingly loud noises not caused by human voices, but the flipping of book pages all at once. At the same time it was quiet and the tension was serene, everyone seeming to look focused on their work.

"What are we doing here?" I asked again, even more confused about why we're here. He didn't reply and held my hand again, dragging me towards the aisle with series bookshelves in both directions that all caught my eye because of the great abundance.

He suddenly turned right to a small space between two certain bookshelves with me who had mixed thoughts flowing through my head.

"What is this, Jimin?" I asked again in confusion, I'm pretty sure he's getting annoyed by my non-stop interrogation.

Pressing a finger against his lips, "Don't speak. Count five rows down, take the eleventh book from left to right and open to the 136th page of that book." He commanded seriously.

I was about to complain but I just realized that I've probably complained a lot already and it just feels wrong to complain even more.

So I followed.

I carefully followed his orders in full anticipation. The moment I got my hands on the book he was talking to me about, I immediately opened it and flipped its pages quickly, my gaze fixed on the page number until I stopped at page 136. I scanned the whole page from the bottom end to top end, and from there I read these words:

'I love you, Yeon-joo.'

What?

I love you Yeon-joo?

Confused, I turned my head to him. I rose my eyebrow, a small, livid feeling starting to burn up inside of me. Out of all people, why her? Why Yeon-joo? He loves Yeon-joo? What?

As much as I wanted to storm out of the library, I maintained a composed expression. "What the hell is this, Jimin? Any explanations?"

"I love Yeon-joo," He laughed, "I loved her ever since we were fifteen, and it's only been four years ever since the two of us met but I know her even longer than you did. There were just so many complications, Aoi, I hated it. And I hated how I couldn't explain everything to you. I knew who you were because you're the first best friend she ever had. She suffered a lot. She never told you nor her parents about anything because she didn't want you to get affected." He explained.

I was stiff and every he said entered my mind. I began thinking deeper to what caused Yeon-joo to leave, why did she betray me, why is everything like this?

"She died on September 17th last year when I planned on confessing to her the day after and of course, everything went to waste. Two months before she killed herself, she found out that her boyfriend didn't really love her, so she stayed away from you. I've seen her cry, I've seen everything. I never met you but I was so fucking mad at you and I started to blame you for making her be like this. I blamed everything on you, you you."

I didn't speak because there was nothing to say. It's hard to process everything he had said about Yeon-joo, her nameless boyfriend, and me.

"But a week before she died she told me to never be mad at you, ever. She told me that she was the one who messed up everything and not you. She instead told me to ask you for forgiveness if ever we meet, her eyes were bloodshot red and her cheeks were stained with tears. She cried on me, I fought the urge of kissing her that moment because I knew she would never kiss me back."

Fuck fuck fuck. I don't know what to react.

"Even before I poured bubbletea on you I knew who you were, Park Aoi, the girl who Yeon-joo treasured the most and the one whom she hurt at the same time. I felt stupid that I didn't listen to her that time and I continued to hate you. Probably because she's gone now and I just.. well, I thought that I can never forgive you."

"I first made a move on you because I wanted you to know what you had done to Yeon-joo, and as a best friend I thought that you had completely failed her despite her words flowing through my head telling me to never hate you. But being the stubborn person, I hated you. And when I met you, I didn't know what to do.

"I vowed to never fall in love with you, I did and I never tried to talk to you because I didn't want you to fall in love with me either. Those sticky notes prevented me from saying much, they prevented me from letting you know all the shit you've done. But Rina and Joo-eun told me more about you than you think, they made me realize how innocent you were and how you never had an ill will against anyone."

I looked up the ceiling for the tears not to fall down.

Yeon-joo..

Fuck.

"Jimin, I'm sorry I-" He pressed his finger against his lips once again.

No Aoi, say sorry to Yeon-joo.

"I started to talk to you these days, giving you little clues about what happened in the past, giving you special treatment without me knowing. I became interested into knowing you more, and even if I thought that my heart still lingers for someone who passed away, it also saddens me to think that I.. broke that vow I made from before."

Everything literally stopped. What is he saying?

"What do you mea-"

"I'm starting to like you, Aoi. Oh wait, no. I do like you, yes I do but I'm confused, I- Ah, this is confusing, what am I saying?" He started to mess up his hair in frustration. My heart started to race and I couldn't find any words to say. I'm just.. speechless and my mind was completely empty.

I seriously couldn't think of anything to say. I just turned to look at his face again, giving him a puzzled look because stupid Aoi doesn't know how to react after a sudden confession. Our eyes met so suddenly and I couldn't say anything.

"What is this? I just-" He cut himself off and walked to me immediately, holding my arm and pulling me closer to him in an instant, his lips landing on mine in a split second.

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A/N: I'M SQUEALING WHAT DID I WRITE

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