Jimin closes his eyes, feeling the weight of her hesitation. He knows she's guarded—just like him. He deletes his first reply and rewrites it, choosing his words carefully.
Scribbler: Some things are better said in person.
YN stared at the message. Her heart began to race, her mind spiraling with possibilities.
Is he going to confess? she wondered. A blush crept up her cheeks at the thought. But then another thought intruded—Jimin.
Why am I thinking about him? I haven't seen him since the break started... Why does it hurt to think of him?
She shook her head, her grip tightening on her phone. Scribbler had always been there for her when she needed someone. Shouldn't I give him a chance? I like him.... she convinced herself
Her fingers trembled as she replied.
YN: I don't know... What if this changes everything?
Jimin feels a pang of guilt. He stares at her reply, his own fears bubbling to the surface. What if she hates him after learning the truth? But he knows he can't keep hiding forever.
Scribbler: It might. But maybe that's not a bad thing. Please doll, just this once... trust me.
YN leans her head back, staring at the ceiling. Her mind is a storm of doubts, but a small part of her—the part that's been longing to meet Scribbler—wins out. She types slowly.
YN: Where and when?
Jimin exhales in relief, though the weight of his nerves doesn't lift. He types quickly, trying to sound casual.
Scribbler: The coffee shop near campus. 5 PM?
He stared at his message for a moment before pressing send.
Yn: fine, I will come.....
PRESENT:
YN arrived early at the café, her heart caught in a chaotic mix of excitement and dread. She fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, her gaze shifting to the entrance every few seconds. Scribbler. The one who had been there for her when no one else was. She couldn't deny the fluttering hope in her chest—but the image of Jimin kept intruding, uninvited.
YN's POV: Why am I thinking about him now? He is happy with Ji-Won... Why does it feel like this even when he's tricked me?
She shook her head, brushing off the thought. This wasn't about Jimin. Scribbler was the one who mattered now.
Her phone buzzed suddenly, pulling her out of her spiraling thoughts. The screen flashed an unknown number. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the green button before she picked it up.
"Hello?" YN's voice was cautious.
The voice on the other end spoke softly, almost apologetically, and as the words sank in, her grip on the phone tightened. Her face paled, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Thank...y...ou," she whispered before ending the call abruptly. Without a second thought, she grabbed her bag and left, her heart heavy with worry and confusion.
Meanwhile, Jimin paced nervously in a nearby alley, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Jungkook leaned against a wall, watching him with a mix of amusement and concern.
"Why are you dragging me into this again?" Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow.
Jimin ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "She's not listening to me, Kook. I don't know what else to do. I need your help....
Before Jungkook could respond, Jimin phone buzzed. He opened the message, his heart sinking as he read it.
"I'm sorry. I can't meet you today."
His grip on the phone tightened. Jungkook peered over his shoulder.
"Well, that sucks," Jungkook said, patting Jimin's shoulder. "Come on, let's just meet her another day."
But Jimin wasn't convinced. Something felt off.
Later that Night
Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hands. The screen glowed faintly in the dark room, the last message he'd sent to YN staring back at him.
Scribbler: "I'm sorry if meeting me made you uncomfortable. You don't have to meet, but please... at least talk to me."
The message was marked as "sent," but the double ticks that would signal it had been read never appeared. His chest tightened as he let out a shaky sigh, scrolling up through their previous conversations.
Her replies had once been quick and full of warmth. Now, there was nothing. Just silence.
Days Later
Jimin leaned against his car, scrolling through his phone in frustration. His messages to YN had gone unanswered for days. Worse, her phone seemed to be switched off most of the time.
Kookie, he texted Jungkook, she's not replying. What should I do?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
