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Jungkook pov

The revelation about Y/n's feelings continued to echo in my thoughts, a constant companion as I navigated the following day. The realization that she had loved me for five years left me in a state of shock, and I couldn't shake off the weight of Taehyung's words.

In the quiet moments of the next day, I found myself immersed in work at the hospital, attempting to bury myself in research. Y/n's attempts to connect, the years of unspoken affection, replayed in my mind like a haunting melody.

As I focused on my work, Y/n walked into the hospital, her presence bringing an unexpected wave of emotions. I remembered Taehyung's words, the scattered photos, the hand scarf – fragments of a story I had overlooked for years.

Hey, Jungkook oppa ," Y/n greeted me with a warm smile.

"Hi yn ," I replied, my gaze lingering on her face. The awareness of her feelings colored every interaction, and I couldn't help but see her in a new light.

Days went by, and as we spent more time together, working side by side, I began to notice the subtle nuances of Y/n's character. Her dedication to her work, the kindness in her gestures – it was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the depth of her personality that I had overlooked for far too long.

One day, amidst the research and shared moments, I found myself thinking, "I like Y/n now." The realization hit me with unexpected force, a shift in my perception that transcended our years of friendship.

"I never realized how amazing she is," I admitted to myself.

As we continued working, the dynamics between us underwent a subtle transformation. The unspoken tension of the past seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound understanding.

Taehyung POV

I stood on my balcony, the city lights below casting a mesmerizing glow. Thoughts of what I had orchestrated to bring Y/n and Jungkook together weighed on my mind. It had been weeks since I last saw Y/n. I intentionally arranged for her and Jungkook to work together alone, telling her I had some tasks to deal with. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Y/n and the role I played in this unfolding story.

As I gazed into the night, memories of Y/n flooded my mind, taking me back to the day I first encountered her – an innocent, silent girl who had transformed into someone colder, guarded by the harshness of the world around her.

Flashback:

I was on my way to class when I saw her for the first time. She ran into me, and we both stumbled. Apologizing quickly, she rushed to her classroom. Yet, in that brief encounter, I caught a glimpse of how beautiful she was, and something within me stirred – a subtle recognition, perhaps even love at first sight.

Later that day, I spotted her in the cafeteria, sitting alone and eating. I decided to join her, but she remained silent, not saying a word despite my attempts to start a conversation.

Day by day, I continued trying to talk to her. She was incredibly silent, and strangely, I found myself drawn to her quiet nature. One day, things took a different turn. I saw a boy misbehaving with her. Without hesitation, I stepped in to rescue her.