Decoupled • KTH ✔

Chapter 12

Taehyung

"You can ask me anything," I suddenly start feeling a little nervous as I turn my torso a bit more to look at her, and the beats of my heart are more rapid now.

Maya's eyes move to her hand that is resting beside mine on her thigh as she speaks softly,
"Long back, in our last year of high school, I left a lot of little notes inside your desk. You said you used to like me back then, didn't you?" Our eyes meet once again, and my eyebrows furrow as I blink in confusion. "Then why didn't you respond to any of those letters and notes from me?" Her question feels as if someone electrocuted my brain.

I can literally feel my heart thumping at the tip of my tongue as she searches my bewildered eyes for an answer.

"What do you mean? I have never found any letters or notes inside my desk. I promise," my answer jumps out of my mouth without any hesitation, and my heart begins pounding louder, causing a strange tightness within my chest, the sensation threatening my very existence.

"You never got them?" She blinks, her expressions mirroring mine, and I shake my head in denial.

Maya looks visibly shocked too.

"But I left like, at least forty letters and sticky notes inside your desk... for so many days," she turns around and sits facing me, folding a leg over the bed; my hand still on her thigh.

"Are you sure you left them in my desk?"

Please say no.

"Yeah," she nods confidently, and my heart sinks into my stomach. "I used to arrive at school before everyone and leave something in your desk...a letter or a bar of chocolate or a pack of pepero...I knew those were your favorite snacks," she laughs softly, but the disappointment in her eyes is evident. "And then, before anyone could notice me, I would head outside until classes began. How come you never got any of those? Not even the snacks?" She quirks her eyebrow and tilts her head slightly, and I shake my head again, shell-shocked.

"Maya," I breathe out the numerous emotions crowding my mind. "I have no idea how. Maybe someone cleaned out the desks before classes began? I really don't know what happened," my voice gives away the grave disappointment that I feel within.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Wow, I never thought that could be possible. I was so naive," she chuckles softly, shaking her head, but I'm unable to take this as lightly as she just did.

Placing my slightly trembling index finger under her chin, I lift her face up to meet her eyes, my own hands growing terribly cold with nervousness.

"What did you write for me?" My voice deepens, and my curiosity earns a shy smile from her.

"I started writing to you towards the end of our final year because that is when I was noticing you more than ever before. I used to observe how you did little tricks with your stationery and showed off to the guys, and how you solved the Rubik's cube so quickly....you know, I'm a sucker for intelligence, and I kind of fell for you," she laughs, letting her head drop, and when she looks back into my eyes, the rosy glow on her cheeks stands out even more.

But my eyes are rounded in shock and disbelief, my mouth agape.

"And I loved it how you never looked at girls in a bad way, never bullied anyone, never stopped smiling, and I really felt so attracted to your voice...you even had golden hair at one point, and I loved it so much. I think that was around the time of our final exams? Math? Yeah," she asks and answers on her own, nodding at her own statements.

"Most of my notes were wishing you a good day, asking you if you slept well the previous night, or about how I enjoyed watching you laugh...." She pauses for my reply.