Jungkook stared at Jimin skeptically, pen rested against a neat stack of perfectly cut bluebird papers. “You prepared all this? Just for a single last note?” He asked, eyeing the bundle of scrap paper.

Jimin scratched the back of his neck, shrugging, and saying, “Not really. I prepared all this when you started to drop those notes. I thought it would be helpful, but, I always forgot to give them to you. And, now, they are particularly of no use. To any of us.”

Jungkook sighed out, “Look, I’m sorry, hyung. I know you’re kinda disappointed in me for not facing this problem. But, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough. Goddamnit, he’s the uni librarian. Have you ever thought how painfully humiliating it would be for him if any other student or staff learn about this? He’ll be a laughing stock.”

Jimin’s gaze hardened, as he asked, “And, what about you? Are you really moving on?”

“Look, what I do, or don’t, doesn’t matter. I’ve been selfish enough to drag him into all of my childish antics,” Jungkook huffed out in frustration. Why did Jimin have to make this harder for him than it already is?

Jimin just stopped. He took a few deep breaths, before saying, a sad smile dangling at his lips, “Fine. Do whatever you want, kid. But, first, finish that note. We don’t have all day.”

Jungkook reflected the same kind of sad smile, saying, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll get on with it.”

Once finished, Jungkook set down the pen, eyes stinging, because it hurt so much to write those words onto the smooth surface of the paper, even though he promised himself that he’d be strong.

Jimin picked up the piece of paper, reading it’s contents, and his heart grew heavier with each word.

"sir, by this time, i think you already know who i am. i know this is all really sudden, but, before i lose my strength to continue writing this, i wanted to say a few things to you. at the very beginning, i would like to apologize to you, for all the disturbance i caused by my silly notes. it was really childish of me to think that i’d ever be able to make a place for myself by those notes. i sincerely apologize if my notes seemed utterly a waste of time to you, and i agree. i mistook your kindness for something else, and, said some very inappropriate things, which i feel absolutely guilty about. i hope that you could forgive this naive excuse of a student i am. i will stop these notes, and they will never bother you again. and, i humbly thank you for your help with my test. it means a lot. thank you.

your twitter inbox."

Jungkook sighed, taking the paper back from Jimin’s hand, keeping it in his pocket, as he smiled one last time at the older, saying, “This is it, hyung.”


Taehyung was sitting at his desk, the sullen atmosphere at the empty library only adding to his empty thoughts.

He really thought that his admirer, would hold on, forgetting about his cover being blown, and getting back at sending those adorable notes that Taehyung had grown to adore.

He groaned, pulling at his red locks, as he stood up in frustration. He thought maybe pacing around a little bit around the place would help him to calm down, and he did just that, disappearing between the many shelves, heaped with books.

Meanwhile, Jungkook cautiously set foot inside the library, eyes scanning for a slight sign of the presence of a certain redhead. When he found none, he felt safe as to enter the place slowly, muscles tensed, and ready to run away at any moment.

With his rapidly beating heart, and slightly imbalanced legs, he stood in front of Taehyung’s desk, pulling out the last note he’d ever write to the librarian.

With shaky fingers, he placed the note on top the table, turning around to leave immediately, when a thought struck him. And, he turned back, hands moving to try open one of the desk drawers.

The drawer opened with a slight groan, Jungkook’s eyes tearing up at the sight of a bundle of his sent notes. Taehyung had saved all of them.

He picked them up from the inside of the drawer, gliding his gaze over all of them. Maybe, Jimin is right about me still having a chance with this, he thought, but, immediately frowned, thinking about his main goal of coming here.

Jungkook couldn’t afford to fall weak, not now. He moved his hands upto his eyes, to find them blurry and brimming with tears. He stared to violently rub away all the tears, hoping to rub away the thoughts of Taehyung too.

On the other hand, Taehyung was standing right behind him, a small smile tugging at his lips, as he stared at the slightly crouching boy in front of him. He came back, hearing the groan of his drawer, due to the library’s deepening silence.

“You’re so cute, Jungkook,” Taehyung said, startling the poor boy in front of him, as the latter immediately did an about turn, coming face to face with Taehyung’s form.

Jungkook flushed a bright red, bowing deeply, his eyes stinging, as he uttered the words, “I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll be leaving now.” And, he was about to run right off, but, of course, Taehyung had to stop him, by grabbing his wrist.

Taehyung sat the tensed boy in front of him, starting, “Did I ever tell you to stop sending those notes of yours, Jungkook?” He eyed the flushed boy, who only grew more and more confused.

Taehyung smiled, absolutely knocking all air out of Jungkook’s lungs, as he said, “Thank you, Jungkook. I really like your cute little messages, and I don’t think I’d ever want them to stop coming.”

And, somehow, after that being said, Jungkook knew, he knew that Jimin had been right all along. And, he decided to return Taehyung’s favor, smiling equally bright, not minding his own hammering heart and glazed eyes.

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