VKook Oneshots/Smut Book🔞

Secret admirer

In the quiet town of Goseong, where the scent of blooming cherry blossoms mingled with the faint hum of distant traffic, there lived a young man named Taehyung. He was the kind of person who noticed everything, from the way the sun's rays danced on the surface of the local stream to the sound of a sparrow's wings fluttering against the breeze. His eyes, a deep shade of brown, reflected the warmth of his soul, and his smile could melt the iciest of hearts. Taehyung had a gentle spirit that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the town, drawing people to him without him ever knowing why.

But there was something peculiar happening in Goseong that Taehyung was yet to discover. Each morning, as he made his way to work at the small coffee shop on the corner of Maple Street, he would find an anonymous note tucked under his windshield wiper. The notes varied in length, but all of them contained poetic verses that painted a picture of someone watching him from afar, admiring his every move. The words, written in a delicate script, spoke of love and longing, but the author remained a mystery.

The townsfolk had begun to whisper among themselves, trying to uncover the identity of this secret admirer. Speculations ranged from the shy librarian with the rosy cheeks to the enigmatic newcomer who often sat alone at the park. Yet, no one dared to confront Taehyung, for fear of embarrassing him or disrupting the peaceful rhythm of his life. It was as if the town had collectively decided to keep this secret tucked away, like a precious jewel waiting to be revealed.

Taehyung himself had grown both curious and flattered by the attention. He found himself glancing around more often, searching for any signs of someone watching him. His heart would flutter at the thought that someone could see the beauty in his mundane routines, the way he meticulously arranged the pastries at the shop or the way he greeted each customer with a genuine smile. Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was being observed, a sensation that was both thrilling and unsettling.

One day, as he was locking up the coffee shop, he spotted a figure lingering in the shadows of the alley across the street. The person was dressed in a nondescript outfit, with a hat pulled low over their eyes, making it impossible to discern any distinguishing features. Taehyung felt his heart race as the figure slipped away, leaving only the faint scent of jasmine in their wake. Was this his admirer? The mystery deepened, and he found himself looking forward to the next note with a mix of anticipation and trepidation.

The notes grew more frequent and more intimate. They spoke of moments that Taehyung had thought only he had noticed. The way his hair caught the light when he walked out of the shower, the pattern of freckles on his collarbone, and the way his laugh echoed through the quiet streets at night. It was clear that this person knew him well, yet they remained a ghostly presence in his life, always just out of reach.

Taehyung found himself caught in a whirlwind of emotions. He felt both elated and apprehensive. The sweetness of the words was like a warm embrace, but the anonymity of the sender was a cold reminder that he was being studied without consent. He began to feel a strange sense of vulnerability, as if his private moments were no longer his own. He started to look for patterns, signs that might point to the identity of his secret admirer.

He noticed that the notes always appeared after a rainstorm, the paper slightly damp and the ink smudged from the dampness. The handwriting was unmistakably masculine, but that was all he had to go on. He wondered if the person was someone he knew, someone who was too shy to reveal themselves, or if they were a complete stranger who had been drawn to him from afar. The mystery became an obsession, and he found himself lost in thought, his eyes scanning the faces of every man who passed by, hoping for a clue.

One evening, as he was walking home from work, the scent of jasmine grew stronger. He turned into a narrow side street, the cobblestones slick with rainwater, and there he saw the figure again. This time, they didn't run away. Instead, they stepped closer, and Taehyung's heart hammered in his chest as he recognized the person standing before him. It was his best friend, Jungkook. The same Jungkook who had always been by his side, sharing laughter and secrets, and who had never shown any romantic interest before.

Jungkook looked at him with a nervous smile, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the patter of the rain. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He held out a small, soggy envelope, a note inside. "This is the last one, I promise."

Taehyung took the envelope, his hand trembling slightly. He couldn't believe it was Jungkook. All this time, he had been searching for someone else, someone he had never considered. His best friend, who knew him better than anyone else in the world. The realization was both shocking and somehow comforting.

Without a word, he opened the envelope and read the note. It was longer than the others, a confession of love and fear wrapped in the softest of prose. Jungkook had written about their shared history, the moments they had spent together, and the feelings that had been growing inside him for so long. Each word was a declaration of his admiration, a silent plea for Taehyung to see him in a new light.

Taehyung felt his world shift, the rain around them seeming to pause mid-fall. He looked up at Jungkook, whose eyes searched his for any hint of understanding or reciprocation. The silence between them was deafening, filled with the echoes of a thousand unspoken words.

"Why?" Taehyung finally managed to ask, his voice barely a whisper. Jungkook took a deep, shaky breath, his eyes never leaving Taehyung's. "Because I couldn't tell you," he said. "I didn't know how to put into words what I feel. I thought if I showed you, maybe you'd feel it too."

The rain picked up again, and Taehyung felt the cold droplets mixing with the warmth of his own tears. He had never seen Jungkook so vulnerable, so raw. The friendship they had built over the years had been a bastion of comfort and familiarity, and now it felt as if a door had been cracked open to a part of Jungkook's soul that had been hidden away.

Taehyung smiled and hugged him tightly wrapping his arms around his neck, feeling the rain soak through their clothes. Jungkook's body tensed before melting into the embrace, his breath hitching with relief. "I'm sorry," he murmured into Taehyung's shoulder, his voice muffled. "I didn't mean to make you feel like you were being stalked."

"It's okay," Taehyung assured him, his voice steady despite the tumult of emotions within. "I just wish you had talked to me sooner."

Jungkook pulled back, his eyes searching Taehyung's for any hint of anger or disgust. "What do you feel?" he asked, his voice tentative.

"Happy, loved, relieved, scared," Taehyung listed off, the words coming out in a rush. "But mostly, I'm just surprised. I had no idea. But I'm happy that it's you." Jungkook's eyes searched Taehyung's, looking for any signs of rejection.

"Surprised, yes, but also happy," Taehyung said, his voice firm. "You're my everything Kookie, I would be happy to be with you." Jungkook's face lit up, his smile brighter than any streetlamp.

They stood in the rain, as their lips slowly met, the droplets mixing with their tears of joy. The kiss was tender and full of promise, a declaration of love that had been hidden behind the veil of friendship for so long. As they pulled away, their eyes searched each other's, filled with a newfound depth of understanding and affection.

They kissed once again, this time with more urgency, as if trying to make up for lost time. The rain fell harder around them, but they didn't care, lost in the warmth of their newfound love. They held each other close, the cold droplets a stark contrast to the heat of their embrace.

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-lxnnie