Butterfly || Kim Taehyung

12

Wednesday, 12:15 p.m.

"Um, excuse me," you hesitantly called out to the librarian. 

"Yes?" she looked up from her phone, glancing at you lazily. 

"Uh.... butterfly...?"

"Oh, here," she reached under the desk and handed you a blush pink gift bag. 

"Thank you," you muttered, swiftly walking to one of the long tables. 

You chose one deeper inside, looking around to see if anyone else was there. You felt a little guilty for not telling Sayuri, but you didn't want to worry her that you were getting more attached to Taehyung. 

You shuffled through the airy tissues inside and your heart beat faster as you touched something cold, like glass. You delicately took it out, finding an expensive bottle of perfume, the pale lavender liquid swishing inside. You bit your lip, trying not to smile as you saw a small card hanging from the cap. You flipped it open and read it.

Hi baby, 

I hope you have a nice day. I'm not that great at writing letters and stuff. Sorry. But just know that you're beautiful. 

Your Tae

'My Tae.' 

"Ha, what are you doing to me, idiot?" you rested your forehead on the tabletop, trying to ignore your racing heart. 

"-finish it in one day. And still, we procrastinate."

"Yeah, but- holy- J-Hope, isn't that the gift Tae bought?!"

You stiffened, sweat starting to build on your forehead as you didn't even move. Multiple hushes resounded in the library, quieting the two shocked boys, but you didn't budge or even give an indication that you were alive. 

Don't breathe. Just let them sniff you and lea-

The hell, are they bears or something?!

"Hello?" you heard a whisper close to you.

"What?" you asked, sounding a little rude, but only brcause you wished to remain anonymous forever. 

"You're that girl, aren't you? The one Taehyung keeps chatting with?"

"No," you lied. 

"Yah, we're not stupid. Just... tell us who you are. We won't tell him."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Hesitantly, you lifted your head, staring right into the wide doe eyes of the first year, Jeon Jungkook. Beside him was Jung Hoseok, a third year.

"Hi," he grinned, pulling up a chair beside you. 

"Y/N...? You're Y/N, right?" Jungkook asked while you packed up your gift. 

"Yeah."

"I'm Jungkook and this is Hoseok hyung."

"Why don't you want him to know who you are?" Hoseok asked, furrowing his eyebrows at your panicked behaviour. 

"He's rejected me before. After leading me on for a month," you replied honestly, tone bitter, "He'll be disappointed if he gets to know it's me."

Jungkook seemed to be deep in thought while the third year shot you a sympathetic look. 

"I have to go now. Please don't tell him," you pleaded, meeting both of their eyes as you stood. 

"We won't. But you'll make him so happy," Hoseok stated. 

"Trust me, I won't. I got issues," you gave him a rueful smile. 

"Everyone does, Y/N."

You shook your head, "It won't work."

You were so hellbent on running, you weren't even seeing which direction you were going. What was supposed to tear you from him only brought you two closer. Out of the blue, Jungkook snapped his fingers, drawing your attention to him. 

"Hey, I think.... I think Jimin has the answers you are looking for. The answers to the questions you never asked."