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Unspoken Love

The first time I met Taehyung, it was like the universe had conspired to bring us together. We were both awkward teenagers, navigating the maze of high school friendships and dreams. Taehyung was the sun, always shining a little too brightly, while I was the moon, content to bask in his glow.

Taehyung's laughter was infectious, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We spent countless nights talking about our hopes and fears, secrets whispered under the moonlight. His lips curved into a playful smile as he teased me, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. Just once, to taste the sweetness of his laughter.

During our dance practices, Taehyung's touch ignited a fire within me. His hand on my shoulder, guiding me through the "Fake Love" choreography. It felt like destiny. But he was oblivious, lost in the rhythm, while my heart danced to a different beat. One that echoed his name.

Taehyung's warmth enveloped me during the Love Yourself: Tear album shoot. His head resting on my shoulder, our breaths in sync. I wanted to freeze that moment forever. And when we shared food. Forks clinking, laughter bubbling. It was as if the universe whispered, "This is where you belong."

But Taehyung loved someone else. His eyes sparkled when he talked about her. The girl who held his heart. I watched from the sidelines, my own heart breaking with each stolen glance. I became an expert at hiding my feelings, burying them deep within, like a treasure chest waiting for the right key.

Sometimes, I'd imagine a different world. A world where Taehyung looked at me the way he looked at her. Where our fingers brushed accidentally, and he'd realize that my heartbeat matched his. But reality was cruel, and I was trapped in the shadows of our friendship.

Taehyung was my sun, illuminating my days with laughter and warmth. And I? I was content to be the moon, reflecting his light, even if it meant staying hidden. Because sometimes, love isn't about possession; it's about silently cheering for someone, even when they're chasing another star.

So, I'll keep my feelings tucked away, like a secret constellation in the night sky. Taehyung will continue to be my best friend. The one who brightens my world, even if he doesn't know that he's the reason my heart orbits around him.

Late at night, when the world was hushed and the moon peeked through my window, I'd confess my feelings to the darkness. Words spilled from my lips like stardust, whispered secrets that only the night breeze carried away. "Taehyung," I'd murmur, "I love you."

Our hands brushed accidentally during a movie night. Taehyung laughed, oblivious to the electric current that surged between us. But I felt it. The way our fingers lingered, the warmth seeping into my skin. In that fleeting touch, I wondered if he sensed my longing.

One rainy afternoon, we sought shelter under a flimsy umbrella. Drops clung to Taehyung's lashes, and his smile was a fragile thing. I leaned in, my heart pounding, and pressed my lips to his temple. Rainwater mixed with tears. The taste of unspoken love. He laughed, thinking it was a friendly gesture. Little did he know, it was my heart's confession.

Taehyung's eyes sparkled when he talked about her. The girl who held his heart. I watched them together, my chest tightening. Jealousy clawed at my insides, tearing me apart. But I'd smile, cheer them on, because love wasn't about possession. It was about wanting someone's happiness, even if it wasn't with you.

One night, we lay on the grass, staring at the stars. Taehyung traced imaginary constellations with his finger. "See that one?" he said. "It's our secret star." I nodded, my heart aching. Our secret star. Burning bright, yet forever out of reach.

Music became my solace. I'd strum my guitar, pouring my emotions into every chord. Taehyung would listen, eyes closed, lost in the melody. And I'd sing. About love, loss, and the ache that consumed me. Maybe he heard the unsung words, hidden beneath the lyrics.