Yoongi POV
As I pulled back from the kiss, I searched her eyes for answers. Did she feel it too? The spark that refused to fade.
Her eyes, once bright with tears, now shone with a hint of determination. She was pushing me away again.
"Let's focus on our exams," she said, forcing a smile.
I nodded, trying to hide the disappointment. "Together."
But as we stepped back, creating distance between us, I knew I couldn't let go. Not yet.
That one last kiss still lingered on my lips, a reminder of what could be.
As we parted ways, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd lost her again. But I refused to give up.
I'd wait, just like I promised. For her to heal. For her to love again. For her to realize that I was willing to take that chance, to love her broken or whole.
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The days turned into weeks, and our interactions became routine. Studying together, exchanging notes, but the tension between us remained.
I knew she felt it too. Sometimes, I'd catch her gaze lingering on me, her eyes softening.
And I'd smile, hoping to bridge the gap between us. But she'd quickly look away, shutting me out once more.
I sighed, frustration creeping in. Why couldn't she see?
I wasn't going anywhere. I'd wait for her, forever if needed.
My heart beat with determination. She'd come around. She'd see. She'd realize.
That my love was worth taking a chance on. And when that day came, I'd be here. Waiting. Loving her. Unconditionally.
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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Our routine remained the same: studying together, exchanging notes, and stolen glances.
I couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in her. The way she smiled more often, the way her laughter echoed through the library.
But whenever I tried to bridge the gap, she'd pull back. Afraid to let me in.
I understood. She was still healing.
So I waited.
Patiently.
Silently.
One day, while studying, our hands touched. Electricity sparked.
She jerked back, her eyes wide.
"Sorry," she whispered.
"I'm not sorry," I replied softly.
Our eyes locked, and for a moment, I saw something there. Something that gave me hope.
"Yoongi?" she said, her voice barely audible.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For waiting, and not pushing me further."
My heart skipped a beat.
"You're welcome," I said, my voice low.
The tension between us was palpable.
I leaned in, my face inches from hers.
"What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I'm waiting," I whispered back. "For you to realize."
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Faking It..... A J.HS FF
Fanfic"Y/N and Hoseok, two high school students, denied the undeniable spark between them. Their unexpected encounter ignited a connection, but they refused to acknowledge it. As they navigated their lives, circumstances continually pushed them apart. Yet...
