Faking It..... A J.HS FF

𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑇𝑟𝑢𝑡𝒉𝑠...

Y/n POV

I stared at my phone, re-reading his message. "Miss you too." It was all I needed to see, but somehow, it felt insufficient. Taehyung had arrived earlier, keeping me company and distracting me from the ache in my chest. But now, as night fell, my thoughts drifted back to him.

Why hadn't he visited today?

Was everything okay?

I pushed aside the doubts, focusing on the positive. He missed me. That had to count for something.

Just then, Taehyung spoke up. "Y/N, you okay?" I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just tired." Taehyung's eyes narrowed. "You're worried about him, aren't you?" I hesitated before nodding.

Taehyung's expression softened. "He's going through a tough time, Y/N." My heart skipped a beat.

What did he mean?

Why was he going through a tough time?

But before I could ask more questions, Taehyung stood up.

"I should go," he said. I walked him to the door. "Thanks for today, Tae." Taehyung smiled. "Anytime, Y/N." As he left, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

Little did I know, secrets lurked in the shadows. Secrets that would change everything. I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself I was just being paranoid. But the unease lingered, refusing to dissipate.

As I settled into bed, my mind wandered back to him.

What was he hiding?

And why did Jungkook need to help him?

The questions swirled in my head, keeping me awake long into the night.

Sleep eluded me, my mind racing with questions.

Why was he going through a tough time?

What did Jungkook have to do with it?

The uncertainty gnawed at me.

As the night wore on, I tossed and turned, my thoughts consumed by him. His smile, his laugh, his eyes. I missed him terribly.

Just as I drifted off to sleep, my phone buzzed. A text from him.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sweet dreams."

My heart skipped a beat. I smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"Goodnight," I replied. "Miss you."

The silence that followed felt comforting, knowing he was thinking of me too.

But as I drifted off to sleep, the doubts crept back in.

What was he hiding?

                           

The next morning, I woke up feeling restless. I needed answers.

I grabbed my phone and texted Taehyung.

"Hey, Tae. We need to talk," I typed.

"About Hoseok?" he replied.

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll come over after school," Taehyung said.

I nodded to myself, anxious for his arrival.

The hours ticked by slowly.

What would he reveal?

Would I finally get the answers I sought?