Unwritten Melodies: love writes its own song||JKff

The Confession

The days had passed by, each one bringing me closer to her. Siniz and I had developed a strange but growing friendship. Despite her constant reluctance to break those "boundaries," we ended up spending more time together. It wasn't dramatic or forced; it just... happened. Small moments in between work, late-night conversations when no one was around, quiet walks back to the bus stop when the city was asleep.

She didn't admit it, but I could see that she had begun to let me in, little by little. Her guard was still up, but cracks were starting to show. And with every conversation, every stolen glance, I found myself wanting to know more about her—not just her professional side, but the real her. The one that she was so determined to hide.

What I didn't expect was how much I'd start feeling for her. At first, it was just curiosity—her mystery intrigued me. But as the weeks went on, my feelings grew deeper, more real, and much harder to ignore.

And now, I was stuck with this truth. I liked her. Not in the passing way I liked someone's personality or admired their work ethic. No, I *really* liked her.

We were sitting in one of the small lounges at the company. It was a rare quiet moment, just the two of us. Siniz was reviewing some schedule documents, and I was pretending to look at something on my phone, but in reality, my mind was racing.

I had to tell her. Keeping it inside was driving me crazy.

"Siniz," I said, my voice breaking the comfortable silence.

She glanced up from her papers, her expression unreadable. "Yeah?"

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. I wasn't nervous about being rejected, not really. It was more that I didn't want to lose what we had—this fragile, budding friendship that had become so important to me.

"Do you ever think about us?" I asked, my voice quieter than I intended.

She frowned slightly, confused. "Us?"

"Yeah... I mean, you and me. As... more than just friends."

Her face tightened immediately, her guard snapping back up like a reflex. "Jungkook, we've talked about this. We're—"

"I know," I interrupted, sitting up straighter. "I know what you've said about boundaries and professionalism, but that's not what this is about anymore."

She stared at me, her expression unreadable, as if she didn't know whether to run or stay and listen. I pushed on before she could shut down the conversation.

"Siniz, I like you." The words were out, and for a moment, the room felt heavier, like the air had thickened with tension. "And not just as a friend. I've liked you for a while now."

Her eyes widened, and she immediately looked away, focusing intently on the papers in her hands as if they were suddenly the most important thing in the world. I could see the nervousness creeping in—the way her fingers trembled slightly as she fidgeted with the edge of the document.

"Jungkook, this isn't... you shouldn't say things like that," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm serious," I said firmly, leaning forward. "I don't care about the boundaries, or the professional stuff. I care about you. I want to know the real you, Siniz, the one you're always hiding from me."

She didn't respond immediately. The silence stretched on between us, thick with uncertainty. I could tell she was struggling—caught between whatever rules she had set for herself and whatever emotions she was trying so hard to bury.

Finally, she spoke, her voice small and hesitant. "Jungkook, this can't happen. You're... you're an idol. A global star. And I'm just... me.... prosaic."

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. "Don't do that. Don't reduce yourself to 'just you.' You're so much more than that. I don't care about the idol stuff or the fame. I care about you—Siniz, the person who stays up late to finish work even when no one asks her to, the person who is always looking out for others but never lets anyone take care of her."

She looked down, her hair falling slightly over her face, hiding her expression. "It's not that simple."

"Why not?" I asked, my voice soft but insistent. "Why can't it be simple? Why can't we just... try? See where this goes?"

There was a long pause before she finally spoke again, her voice barely a whisper. "Because I'm scared."

Her admission hit me like a punch to the chest. I didn't expect her to be so vulnerable, not after all the walls she had built around herself. For the first time, I saw just how much she had been holding back—not just from me, but from herself.

"Scared of what?" I asked gently.

She looked up at me, and there it was—her eyes filled with emotions she had been hiding for so long. "Of getting hurt. Of you getting hurt. Of what people will say. Of everything that comes with being involved with someone like you."

I reached out, my hand brushing hers lightly. "I get it. I'm scared too, you know. But I don't want to let that fear stop me from being with you."

She was silent again, staring down at our hands, her fingers still trembling slightly under mine. I could see the conflict in her eyes—the desire to believe me, but also the fear that she would regret it.

"I don't know if I can do this," she whispered, almost to herself.

"You don't have to know right now," I said softly, squeezing her hand gently. "We can take it slow. We can figure it out together. I just need to know if you feel the same way."

She didn't answer right away. The silence stretched out between us again, but this time it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt like she was carefully weighing her options, considering what she was about to say.

Finally, she looked up at me, her eyes soft and filled with uncertainty. "I... I'll think ..."

That wasn't I expected but I can't force her too.

I smiled, " I can wait...."

We sat there for a moment, the weight of the confession hanging in the air. It wasn't perfect, and it wasn't a fairytale ending. But it was real. It was a start.

For the first time, I saw the real Siniz—the girl behind the professional mask, the one who was just as scared as I was, but willing to try. And that was enough for me.

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