Whispers of a first kiss

Chapter 13

Seojoon sighed, wiping tears from his eyes as he and Wooshik sat on the cold, metal bench in the empty corridor, waiting for their best friend Taehyung to return after confessing to Jungkook. The anticipation felt heavy in the air, and both of them wore expressions of defeat mixed with curiosity about what would unfold next.

"I never expected Jungkook to scramble my heart like that," Seojoon lamented, staring at the crumpled letter in his hands. His voice was tinged with both disbelief and sorrow as he tried to flatten the paper against his thigh, the creases refusing to smooth out. "At least he could have appreciated my hard work."

Wooshik nodded solemnly, his eyes fixed on his own rejected letter. "He didn't even open my letter," he muttered, a mix of hurt and frustration in his voice. He folded it with exaggerated care and tucked it back into his pocket as if trying to preserve what little dignity he felt he had left. "What are we doing here, waiting around? To see Taehyung's head grow even bigger?"

Seojoon hummed in agreement, both of them snapping to attention as they heard footsteps echoing through the hallway. Taehyung approached them with each stride full of confidence, his face unreadable, his presence commanding the space like a conqueror returning from battle.

"I really can't stand his handsome face right now," Seojoon muttered under his breath, averting his eyes from Taehyung's self-assured demeanor. "Aish, the nerve of him."

"Oh God," Wooshik groaned dramatically. "Just imagine Jungkook and Taehyung prancing around like lovebirds right in front of us. Seo, mark my words, I will be the first to inform Captain Kim then."

"Do you have the guts to stand in front of his dad and do that?" Seojoon asked, casting a sidelong glance at Taehyung, who was now running a hand through his hair with the flair of someone who knew they looked good. Taehyung sat in the middle of them, chest puffed out in proud and a subtle smirk playing on his lips. He pulled his shirt collar back and kept the folded letter on his thigh.

"Not really," Wooshik admitted, his voice filled with resigned determination. "But I'll gather it. For my lost love. For my Jungkook."

"Mm," Seojoon mused, with a feigned congratulatory tone, "Congratulations on your first love, Tae. But don't think you'll let you enjoy the roman..."

His sentence was cut short as a gust of wind snatched the folded paper from Taehyung's thigh, scattering the pieces across the corridor floor like autumn leaves.

"Did he tear your letter?" Seojoon asked, disbelief painting his features as he stared at the scraps of paper littering the ground.

Taehyung rolled his eyes, masking a storm of annoyance beneath a thin veneer of indifference.

"Haha. Omo. Did he? Haha. Haha," Seojoon and Wooshik erupted into laughter, the sound echoing off the walls like a chorus of mischievous spirits.

"Oh God. Did... did Jungkook really tear your 'admiration' into pieces?" Wooshik wheezed, clapping his hands as if applauding the dramatic twist of fate.

"The d.mn satisfaction I'm getting right now is priceless," Seojoon proclaimed, sitting back on the bench with a proud grin. "So there are people who don't fall for handsome faces after all. And Jungkook happens to be one of them?"

"He only scrambled our letters, but he straight up tore yours. Woah! I am impressed." Wooshik said with a teasing smirk.

"He's very immature, that's why," Taehyung retorted, crouching down to collect the scattered remnants of his dashed hopes. His fingers gently picked up each piece, trying to reconstruct the shattered dreams that lay before him.

"No, bro, he's very mature. That's exactly why," Seojoon said, joining Taehyung on the floor, helping him gather the pieces of his pride.

"What exactly did he say to you?" Wooshik asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.