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HELD BREATHS.

Jungkook was afraid. Afraid to go past the entrance of the library. Afraid to push past the doors, only to be met with a certain red-head he most certainly didnโ€™t want to see now, not today.

It took him a day and a half, and a moment of daydreaming on the couch at his dorm room, to realize his mistake. It slipped his mind, but, how complicated things were thought to have become now.

Jungkook didnโ€™t have the courage anymore. He did not know how heโ€™d be able to face Taehyung after he accidentally gave away his identity in his last note.

He was pretty sure by now that the librarian was crept out by him, and wouldnโ€™t even wanna see Jungkookโ€™s face.

Why did he have to ruin this for himself? Jungkook continued blaming his mindlessness. He felt stupid, if not disappointed.

Jimin, on the other hand, completely understood the reasoning behind his friendโ€™s misery. He understood how Jungkook realized that all his chances to win Taehyungโ€™s heart had gone down the drain.

Jungkook even stopped sending the notes to the librarian, fearful he might worsen the situation. Itโ€™s been 3 weeks since the last revealing note was sent, and, Jungkook touched no other piece of blue paper since.

Jimin wanted to help the younger, but he didnโ€™t know how. Considering how misrable Jungkook felt, Jimin knew that his usual jokes and sunshine wonโ€™t help.

So, at one quiet lunch, Jimin began, โ€œSo, you stopped sending those notes?โ€

Jungkook looked up from his fruit salad, smiling sadly, and saying, โ€œYeah, I did.โ€

โ€œWhy?โ€ Jimin asked. โ€œWriting those notes made you happy, Jeon. You always felt so bubbly and giddy after writing one. Why did you stop now? Even Taehyung liked them.โ€

Jungkook sighed, looking up at Jimin, ready to say it for the nth time. โ€œI know, hyung. Those notes meant a lot to me. Maybe, Taehyung enjoyed them. But, now, he knows itโ€™s me sending those notes.โ€

Jimin stared at Jungkook, in exasperation, โ€œSo? Does it even matter? He probably overlooked your slip.โ€

Jungkook shook his head, โ€œItโ€™s pointless, hyung. I think itโ€™s time I left my- I mean, the librarian alone. Iโ€™ve bothered him enough.โ€

Jimin frowned, his heart breaking at his friendโ€™s sadness, โ€œWhat if he never noticed how you exposed yourself? In that case, you could spare him a last note, Guk. Explaining why you couldnโ€™t send notes anymore after that.โ€

Jungkookie just nodded, munching on a fry before mumbling, โ€œIโ€™ll think about it.โ€

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Taehyung sighed, disappointment crawling up at the back of his mind, as he thought of the last note he received.

It seemed as though his admirer, in their happiness, accidentally gave away a crucial clue to their identity.

Taehyung wasnโ€™t dumb. A few seconds of sinking that clue in, and Taehyung knew that it was Jungkook who was sending him those notes.

Now, Taehyung could find a reasoning behind the youngerโ€™s flustered self around him.

He thought that once he would see the younger, he would try to clear out all the misunderstandings and hesitations, because, Taehyung could somehow feel that after realizing what mistake he made, Jungkook would be more hesitant than ever.

But, to his disappointment, Jungkook never came to the library. And, worst of all, the notes stopped coming.

Taehyung missed them, and he was hopeful that one day in between this week, heโ€™d be able to sort this whole thing out with Jungkook.

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