It had rained last night, and the wall where the scribbles had been was now washed clean.
Everything was gone. Every message, every piece of the anonymous bond I had been building with this stranger. The rain had wiped it all away, leaving the wall bare and the connection severed, at least for now.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled out a marker and scribbled:
"Sorry, your message got wiped off before I came here." with sad smile next to the words, feeling a strange sense of loss. I added, "Please let me know what they said?"
hoping that wherever the scribbler was, they'd see this and reach out again.
Meanwhile, in Class:
Jimin: (sitting next to yn empty desk, glancing around) "Where did she go?"
Noticing yn book on the desk, curiosity got the better of him. He picked it up and flipped it open.
Jimin: (to himself) "I shouldn't... but it's just sitting here."
He hesitated, feeling the weight of privacy, but then a bold thought crossed his mind.
Jimin: "She's going to be mine, so this diary is also mine."
Opening the diary, he began to read about my childhood, my grandparents, my parents, and little Jiho's antics.
Jimin: (smirking) "She really does have a way with words."
But then, he stumbled upon entries about him.
Jimin: (reading aloud) "Mr. Arrogant?" (chuckling) "Is that really how she sees me?"
As he flipped through the pages, he noticed the recurring mention of the mysterious scribbler. His heart raced as he pieced it together.
Jimin: (whispering in disbelief) "Wait... I'm the scribbler?"
The realization hit him like a tidal wave, and a grin spread across his face. He was both shocked and elated that I had been writing about him all along.
Jimin: (to himself, smiling) "This is amazing! She actually thinks about me. All this time, I've been talking to her without her knowing it was me!"
His excitement bubbled over, and he couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself.
Jimin: "I can't believe it. I need to tell her... but first, I should leave her a message."
With renewed energy, he dashed up to the terrace, feeling like the world was his oyster.
Jimin: (thinking aloud) "She's going to be so surprised when she finds out!"
He quickly scribbled his phone number beneath my message on the wall and added a note:
Jimin pov: "Can't wait to hear from you, YN!"
With that, he stepped back, admired his handiwork, and made his way back to class, feeling happier than he had in a long time.
Jimin came back to class, a wide smile on his face, something that hadn't been seen in a long time.
Jungkook noticed immediately and, unable to hide his surprise, approached him.
Jungkook: "Hyung... did you just smile? After so many years?"
Jimin: too excited to hold back, responded with a grin, "It's her! I'm talking to her!"
Jungkook: frowned, confused by the sudden excitement. "Who's 'her,' hyung?"
Jimin leaned in and explained everything about the terrace scribbles, about how he'd been leaving anonymous messages and how YN had been replying all this time.
He shared how it all started after he noticed her struggling and how, through the anonymous conversations, he started feeling more connected to her.
Jungkook: eyes widened. "Wait... so, YN doesn't know it's you? You've been the scribbler all along?"
Jimin: nodded, his expression softening. "Yeah. I didn't expect this, but... the more I talked to her, the more I realized I liked her. I tried pushing her away, but through these scribbles, I could be honest in a way I couldn't as Jimin."
Jungkook: leaned back, laughing. "Hyung, this sounds like something out of a K-drama! You're telling me you're playing two roles in her life? She doesn't know that the guy she's been getting close to as the scribbler is the same person she's been calling Mr. Arrogant?"
Jimin: rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah.
Jungkook: still grinning, asked, "So, when did you realize you were in love with her?"
Jimin: sighed, thinking back. "I don't know the exact moment, but I was drawn to her from the first day. Even when I acted like I didn't care, I was always paying attention."
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