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This Confession Note Wasn't Meant for You

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            Taehyung never thought he would be at school at 6AM in the morning.  He was a good student but he wasn’t studious or anything.  However, here he was walking down a long row of lockers with a pink confession note gripped tightly in his hand. 

            He stopped in front of Jeon Jungkook’s locker.  The freshman stole his heart the first day of the semester when they bumped into each other in the hallway.  Jungkook, in his haste to get to class, looked so rattled that Taehyung couldn’t help falling for the adorable and cute freshman.

Then Taehyung found out Jungkook joined his friend, Hoseok’s dance team.  Jungkook was not only a cute and adorable bunny, he danced with so much power and sexiness that Taehyung literally fanboyed over Jungkook after seeing the boy dance for the first time and every time after that.  This led to Taehyung frequenting the dance studio almost every week.

            Usually Taehyung didn’t do this type of thing.  He was an honest person who confessed to his crushes face to face.  But Jungkook was different.  He was the one.  Taehyung had butterflies whenever he was around the younger.  His tongue always took cover in his throat whenever they talked so all conversations became a series of gurgles, with Jungkook giving him weird looks.  No, it definitely wasn’t just a crush; he was in love with the freshman.

            Taehyung pushed the letter through the locker slot before fully taking it out.  Was this a good idea?  Jungkook barely knew who he was; they were acquaintances at best. What if he was rejected?  How about if they did go out and Taehyung still wouldn’t be able to utter a single word? Taehyung held the letter to his chest.

            “Maybe I should wait a few days and think about this.”

            Taehyung was about to walk away when he heard footsteps.  His mind left him as he ran down the hallway like a little kid running away from a monster.  It wasn’t until he calmed his racing heart that he realized that his note was gone. 

            His future love life was in Jungkook’s hands now. 

 

            “Can you just chill?” Namjoon tried to pat Taehyung on the back but thought better of it and took back his hand. Taehyung was trying to seek comfort with his two friends, Namjoon and Seokjin. 

            “You’re literally sweating bullets everywhere,” Seokjin put a napkin on Taehyung’s forehead to wipe at the sweat forming on his face from being so nervous.

            “It’s second period and he hasn’t said anything.”

            “What did you write?”

            “Oh nothing,” Taehyung threw his hands up in the air, “Just my heart and soul.  No big deal.”

            “Did you compose like an essay or something?  What did it say?” Seokjin was really curious. 

            “I said I liked him and then wrote my phone number.”

            Taehyung looked up from the desk he was crying over to look at his hyung’s faces. 

Seokin and Namjoon were looking at him expectantly. Taehyung stared back.

            “That’s it?” Namjoon asked. 

            “What do you mean is that it?” Taehyung whined, “That’s all he needs to know right?  I like him.  If he likes me back he’ll text me.  And he hasn’t texted me therefore he doesn’t like me!”

            The Love Gods probably took pity on Taehyung, because at that moment his phone lit up with an incoming text.

            Seokjin and Namjoon looked excitedly at the phone and then towards Taehyung and then back to the phone.

            “Jesus Christ if you don’t open that message I will,” Namjoon reached for the phone but Taehyung was quicker and opened the text message from the unknown number.  He read it once.  And then he read it again and then three times more before jumping in the air with his fists pumped in success. 

            “What does it say?” Seokjin got up from where he was and looked over Taehyung’s shoulder.

            “I just got your note.  Do you want to go on a date with me today after school? :) ”

            “Well text back!” Seokjin exclaimed.

            “Can we just pause and bask in this moment?” Taehyung asked.  He calmly sat back into his seat, “The love of my life actually likes me back.”  He fell back dreamily in his chair.  This was the single greatest moment of his life. 

            He opened his phone and after much debate of what to text back decided on, “ok.” 

            He didn’t know why Namjoon gave him an eye roll and Seokjin shook his head in embarrassment.  It was an “ok” reply. 

            Less than half a minute later there was an incoming text, “Great!  Let’s meet at the front gates after school! :) ” 

            Taehyung couldn’t help squealing inside because he received not one but two smiley faces from Jungkook. 

 

            As the end of the school day drew nearer, Taehyung started sweating again.

            “This isn’t good for the future of your relationship,” Seokjin said as he patted Taehyung’s forehead again, “How about if you accidentally sweat on him?”

            “How about if he tries to hold your hand and then it slips right out because it’s literally all sweat?” Namjoon asked seriously. 

            “Not helping,” Taehyung said through gritted teeth.  He tried to fix his hair but it stayed plastered to his head.

            “He’ll think you just came from a five mile jog,” Namjoon put his hand through Taehyung’s hair and barely succeeded in pushing away the younger’s sweaty bangs from his eyes. 

            “I think I’m going to pee my pants,” Taehyung said nervously but in a quite serious tone.

            Namjoon and Seokjin eyed each other. 

            Seokjin looked at his phone, “Well look at the time.  It’s five past 3.  You should probably head to the gate.  You don’t want to be late.”

            “Tell us how it goes,” Namjoon pushed him forward.

            Seokjin and Namjoon both pumped their fists in encouragement, “Hwaiting!”

            Taehyung nodded and uncertainly pumped his own fist, mirroring their own. 

 

            “I can do this,” Taehyung murmured to himself.  He made his way to the gate.  There was no one there.  After another fifteen minutes of waiting at the gate, he decided the likelihood of being stood up was getting increasingly higher. 

            Taehyung looked at his phone one more time.  There were no new messages.  The last message he received from Jungkook was a smiley face and that was all.  He was starting to internally panic.  Was he being played? 

            “I’m so sorry I’m late,” there was a sound of incoming footsteps from behind him. He turned around and his mouth dropped. 

            “Hey,” some kid with light orange hair came up to him.  He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and bowed in apology, “I’m sorry I made you wait for like,” the kid took out his phone, “20 minutes?  Oh god you must hate me.”

            Taehyung stared at the kid.  In order to hate that person he would first have to know that person or have some kind of emotion for him.  But he didn’t recognize the person at all.  He didn’t even know this person existed.  Who was he?  Why was he sorry?  He tried to search his memories for this face.  The boy was obviously good looking.  He was shorter than Taehyung but definitely more muscular if the t-shirt he was wearing was any indication.  The boy smiled hesitantly at him and Taehyung’s breath kinda stopped because this boy had a very nice eye smile.

            “Taehyung?” the boy brought his hand up in front of Taehyung’s face and waved it, “You wanna go now?”

            “Huh?” Taehyung began, “Who are—“

            “For our date?” Jimin asked at the same time and Taehyung stopped midsentence because WHAT. THE. FUCK?!  Taehyung looked at the boy and his eyes caught on the name placard around the other’s neck.  ‘Jimin’ it read.  It didn’t sound familiar at all. 

            “I thought we could go to the carnival,” Jimin grabbed Taehyung by his sleeve and started pulling him through the front gates and towards the parking lot

            “Wait a second.  Are you saying that…you,” Taehyung didn’t mean to sound accusing but that’s what it came out as, “got my note? My confession note?”

            Jimin frowned.  He dug through his backpack and took out the pink note, “This? Yeah…”

            Taehyung’s face scrunched up in displeasure.  Jimin elbowed him playfully, “If you even call it a confession note?” He opened it and stared at the two sentences.  I like you – Taehyung 010-288-5764.

            “This isn’t happening,” Taehyung said to himself, “Look.”

            “But it gets straight to the point,” Jimin continued on, “I like it.” 

            “Actually,” Taehyung began.  He stopped talking, half expecting Jimin to talk at the same time again but Jimin was staring at him with so much happiness that the words died on his tongue.  How could he let Jimin know gently (yet sternly) that the letter wasn’t meant for him?

            “Jimin,” Taehyung’s eyes drifted to the placard that was still hung stupidly around the handsome boy’s neck.  The name sounded weird on his tongue. 

            Jimin followed Taehyung’s gaze and laughed, “Sorry. I had a presentation and the teacher insisted we wear these for peer evaluation.” Jimin took off the placard and threw it into the trash. He started weaving his way through the parking lot, “As you were saying?”

            “Look I’m not sure how you got the note,” Taehyung began.  Jimin looked at him weirdly as he clicked the button on his car keys.  There was a beeping sound and Taehyung turned to the car.  It was an electric blue Rolls Royce.  Who the hell was this Jimin guy? 

            “If you’re worried about money, I plan on paying for everything since it’s our first date and all.” Jimin smiled at him again and everything Taehyung wanted to say went right out the window. 

‘What the hell,’ Taehyung thought as he got in the car. 

 

            The date was not a complete failure.  Maybe like 95% of it was a failure because somehow he fucked up and Jungkook didn’t receive the confession letter.  But Jimin was a good person and they got along surprisingly well.  Jimin wound up winning a ton of stuffed animals for him.  He probably paid more than their actual cost to win them but Jimin insisted and Taehyung didn’t exactly reject him because there was a Charmander the size of Texas on the line. 

            Taehyung bought them fried dough and hot dogs because he had to repay Jimin somehow.  Jimin was basically a health nut but because Taehyung bought it, Jimin wound up eating two hot dogs.  Jimin was also afraid of roller coasters but Taehyung didn’t find out until after they got off the highest one and went to look at the pictures.  Jimin’s face was paper white in the photo which contrasted significantly to Taehyung who looked like he was having the time of his life.  

            “Why did you go on them when you’re scared?” Taehyung asked after some color returned to Jimin’s face.

            “Because you wanted to,” was the simple reply back.

 

            And now it was about nine o’clock and the carnival would close in thirty minutes. Taehyung felt a tug on his sleeve and was forced to follow Jimin who was leading him towards the ferris wheel.

            “This is one ride I’m not afraid of,” Jimin smiled, “And it would be a nice way to end the date, right?”

            Taehyung nodded but inside he was saying, ’Not a date.’

            It was a struggle to fit all of his stuffed animals into the small box they were supposed to sit in but they managed to make it work by putting Charmander in between them.  They were nearing the top when he heard Jimin mutter, “This is ridiculous.”

            “Are you scared?” Taehyung asked as he looked below.  The carnival was nearly empty but the colorful lights were still on and lit up the carnival’s surroundings in an unreal breath of beauty.

            “No, I can’t even see you,” Jimin pushed Charmander’s head a bit so he could look at Taehyung.

            “Oh,” Taehyung tried to squish Charmander and succeeded because he could see Jimin’s face at Charmander’s shoulder.  He tried not to laugh but it looked ridiculous. 

            “Hey I’m really happy this happened,” Jimin smiled at him.  He could feel Jimin move his hand towards his and quickly moved it away making Charmander’s head fling back and block his vision of Jimin once again.  Jimin’s hand quickly shot out to push Charmander back so he could see Taehyung.

            “I didn’t even know you knew who I was,” Jimin said silently, “So I was surprised when I saw your note.”

            He knew he should’ve said something, anything, to make Jimin stop talking, but he stayed silent. 

            “I’ve actually liked you for a while now…I guess,” Jimin scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, “Each time you stop by for dance practice I even try to show off a little.  But I never saw you even glance at me.”

            “Ah,” Taehyung said out loud.  So Jimin was in dance club with Jungkook and Hoseok. 

            “So I’m really glad you gave me the letter because I never would’ve made a move.”

            Taehyung felt like throwing up; Jimin sounded so genuine.  Now that he knew the boy, his guilty conscience could only get bigger at this point, but was there really a right opportunity to tell Jimin that he was in love with someone else? 

            “I’m really grateful for today, Taehyung-ah,” Jimin smiled and put his hand on Taehyung’s.  He squeezed it and then let go.  His other hand let go of Charmander, effectively blocking their view of each other again. 

            Taehyung leaned back in his chair   Fuck.  This whole situation was fucked.  What was he going to do?  He didn’t want to hurt Jimin, but he didn’t want to give the other any ideas either.  Maybe he would let this day end the way it was?  It’s not like he shared classes with the other (at least he didn’t think so).  Tomorrow, they could carry on as easily as they did yesterday, before the letter was given to the wrong hands. 

            Taehyung nodded. That’s what he would do.  By not telling Jimin the truth he wouldn’t have to hurt him and that’s what was important.  Jimin’s sunshine eye smile must stay on his face. 

           

            “You don’t have to walk me to my door,” Taehyung argued as Jimin got out of the driver’s seat.

            “Well that’s plain ridiculous,” Jimin argued as he grabbed onto the huge bag of Kermit the Frogs that he won for Taehyung, “Who’s going to help you carry all these things to your house.”         

            Taehyung didn’t argue, choosing to remain silent.  He wanted the night to end so badly.  After the ferris wheel, they barely spoke a few words to each other.  The ride back was awkward, but maybe that was only on Taehyung’s end because Jimin enthusiastically belted out all the songs that played on the radio as he drove. 

            “Um thanks,” Taehyung opened his door and held out his hand for the bag of Kermits.  Jimin handed over the bag, hands lingering on Taehyung’s a second longer than was comfortable.

            “Well bye,” Taehyung began at the same time Jimin asked, “Can I kiss you?”

            Jimin turned red as Taehyung’s mouth opened in horror. Jimin’s hand automatically moved to scratch the back of his neck again. 

            “I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” Jimin moved forward maybe to kiss him and Taehyung backed up, almost tripping on his rug.  Jimin plopped a fuzzy top hat on his head, “You forgot this one.” 

            Jimin smiled at him and quickly turned around.  Taehyung watched Jimin jump and slide across the front hood of his car to get to the other side.  He had to admit that was smooth as fuck.  

 

            “Wait a second!  You went on a date with Park Jimin?” Seokjin basically screamed the next day.

            “How can you fail so bad in life?” Namjoon commented. 

            “How do you know Jimin?” Taehyung ignored Namjoon as he stared at Seokjin.

            “What are you talking about? Hoseok talks about him all the time.  He even hangs out with us sometimes.  Jesus, are you that blind?”

            “Really?” Taehyung asked amazed.  Jimin had basically been in his life and he never even noticed. Maybe he was blind. 

            “What are you ladies up to?” a voice said from behind and they all turned as Hoseok sat down beside Taehyung. 

            He was nudged by Hoseok who grinned at him, “Jimin couldn’t shut up about the date you guys had yesterday.  He was really happy today.  Even went through the routine 15 times and wasn’t even tired.”

            Taehyung gulped.

            “Honestly I thought you liked Jungkook,” Hoseok continued with a chuckle.

            Namjoon and Seokjin eyed each other before turning to their own lunches. 

            “Did I miss something here?” Hoseok began but he was interrupted by a plate being put down on their table.

            Namjoon and Seokjin looked up and their eyes widened in surprise.  Hoseok smirked as he turned to his own lunch.  Taehyung thought his heart would jump out of his throat and debated running about 20 miles away from school as Jimin sat down on his other side.

            “Hey guys,” Jimin nodded at Seokjin and Namjoon and nudged Taehyung in the side, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

            “Um,” Taehyung felt sweat forming on his forehead.  This wasn’t supposed to happen. Jimin was supposed to leave him alone.  Didn’t he understand that?  Taehyung didn’t even return Jimin’s good night or good morning texts.  Was he dense? 

            “It’s not like there’s a name on it.  Sit there if you want,” Hoseok winked. Taehyung turned to him with such a fierce glare that Hoseok shrank back a bit, “Unless someone is sitting there.”

            “Nope,” Seokjin commented. 

            The four drifted easily into conversation with Taehyung barely listening because now he was in a very bad situation.  Did Jimin think they were dating now?  That would be bad.  Jeon Jungkook was the love of his life.  He didn’t have time to have someone on the side.  He didn’t even want someone on the side.  He wanted Jungkook and now Jimin was a complication on his path to the freshman.  He imagined walking on a road with Jungkook at the end and all of a sudden Jimin appears with his stupid eye smile and sexy muscular body, holding his arms out and saying stupid stuff like ‘Can I kiss you?”

            The bell rang and Taehyung shook his head to clear his mind.  He quickly gathered up his bags to get out of there.  His friends were likewise doing the same.  He was about to leave the table when a hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist.

            “Why are you in such a rush? Wait for me for a bit, yeah?”  Jimin slung his backpack over his shoulder (one strap…oh please.) and walked beside Taehyung. 

            “I’m going to the science building,” Taehyung began.  The science building was basically less than a minute’s walk away and he had 10 minutes to get there.

            “Cool,” Jimin said as they walked in the same direction. 

            “Do you want to maybe…do something after school?” Jimin turned to look at Taehyung with a nervous look.  Taehyung half expected Jimin to scratch the back of his neck again but he didn’t, “We can get some ice cream? Or maybe coffee?  Actually anywhere is fine.  You can decide.”

            “Um…I can’t,” Taehyung avoided Jimin’s gaze as they walked into the science building.

            “Oh that’s fine,” Taehyung heard the disappointed tone in Jimin’s reply because honestly it probably wasn’t fine.  Honestly why did the first person to like him have to be Jimin?  Jimin, who was incredibly nice, had an amazing eye smile, won him stuffed animals, went on roller coasters, walked him to class, and additionally was the owner of a smoking hot body?

            Taehyung stopped in front of his classroom, “Um this is my next class,” Taehyung motioned awkwardly to his classroom.  Jimin nodded and opened the door for him.

            “Where’s your next class?” Taehyung asked curiously.  He tried to remember if he ever bumped into Jimin in between classes. 

            “Oh it’s in the arts building,” Jimin started walking backwards, “Dance major.”

            “But that’s like across campus!  You’re going to be late!” Taehyung exclaimed.

            Jimin laughed, “Don’t worry about it.  It was worth it,” he winked at Taehyung before turning around and sprinting out of the building.

            Taehyung couldn’t believe Jimin.  The kid was an idiot.  He sunk into his seat and opened his phone.  There were only two minutes left until the bell would ring.  There was no way Jimin could make it in time. 

            He typed up a message to Jimin, only remembering now that he was entered under the contact name “love of my life.”  Since he didn’t have enough time to change the contact and send the message, Taehyung settled for composing a message before class started.  He probably drafted three different versions before settling on an appropriate message to send.  And even then he hesitated for a full 20 seconds before hitting the send button.

            “Were you late?”

            It was probably five minutes after the late bell that Taehyung got a reply.

            “Still worth it :)” 

           

            Taehyung was tired as hell.  He just finished taking one of the hardest exams in his life.  All he wanted to do was go home, sleep and never wake up.  He stopped when he saw someone leaning against his locker. 

            Taehyung gave an aggravated grunt because the last thing he wanted was someone blocking the one thing he needed to get to before going home.  He could see some girls pass by the person in front of his locker before giggling and running off.

            He never understood why girls acted that way.

            He stomped angrily to the person in front of his locker and was about to yell his head off before realizing it was Jimin.

            “How did you know where my locker is?” Taehyung asked.  He definitely didn’t sound pleasant so maybe that’s why Jimin’s eyes widened, but he was tired and honestly had no time for the sunshine that was Park Jimin. 

            “Hobi hyung told me,” Jimin smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay? You look tense,” Taehyung felt Jimin begin to massage his shoulder.  He shivered before backing up, “Can you move?”

            “Someone’s cranky,” Jimin moved out of his way, “Maybe this can cheer you up?”

            “I don’t have time for this,” Taehyung began.  Then a cupcake was pushed into his vision, effectively blocking the sight of everything else but that sweet looking cupcake in front of him. 

            “Something sweet for the sweetest person I know,” Jimin laughed at his own cheesiness.  Who does that?

            “I…uh thanks,” Taehyung took it and grabbed his backpack as well.

            “Do you need a ride home?” Jimin fell into step with him as he started leaving. 

            “No thanks.”

            “It’s really no trouble you know.  I have nothing better to do.”    

            “It’s fine really,” Taehyung argued.

            Jimin stopped and grabbed his backpack to stop him from walking further.

“You look tired, Taehyung-ah.  It’s only a ride,” Jimin’s voice was soft as he adjusted the backpack back onto Taehyung’s shoulder. 

“Fine.  Okay.”