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54. Tapes ll

Suyeon’s POV (on the tape 2)

Click.

The camera whirs to life again. The angle is slightly crooked, like it was hidden somewhere—maybe propped against a tree trunk or a stack of books. But the scene it captures is vivid. Clear.

And unforgettable.

It’s the school garden. The sun is soft today, golden and fading as it slips below the horizon. Autumn leaves flutter gently to the ground around us. I’m wearing my favorite white sweater—the one I only wear when I feel brave.

Because today… I think he’s going to say something.

And my heart won’t stop pounding.

Jungkook stands a few feet away from me, fidgeting with something in his pocket. He’s dressed in his uniform, but his tie’s missing and his shirt is half untucked, like he ran here in a hurry.

He always looks like chaos wrapped in charm.

“Suyeon,” he calls.

I turn to him, gripping the hem of my sleeve tightly. “Yeah?”

He takes a deep breath and closes the distance between us.

“I know you’ve been… watching me.”

My heart skips.

I open my mouth to deny it, but he grins—boyish, almost shy—and raises an eyebrow. “Don’t lie. You’re not that subtle with your camera.”

I gasp. “You knew?!”

“Of course I knew. You’re cute, but you suck at being sneaky.” He chuckles and then scratches the back of his neck, looking down for a moment before his voice softens. “But… I didn’t mind.”

I stare at him.

Did he just—

He clears his throat. “I was waiting. I didn’t want to scare you off.”

I blink rapidly. “Scare me off? You’re not that scary, Jungkook.”

“Oh?” He leans in just slightly, eyes narrowing with playful menace. “You sure?”

I step back instinctively, laughing nervously. “Okay, maybe a little.”

He grins. And then the smile fades into something more serious.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot,” he mutters, pulling something from his blazer pocket. “But I’m gonna try.”

It’s not a ring. It’s a little folded note. Crumpled at the corners. My name written on it in messy pen.

I take it, hands trembling slightly.

I unfold it.

Inside are five words, scribbled in all caps:

“WILL YOU BE MY GIRL?”

My breath catches.

I look up, and he’s watching me.

“I didn’t want to do it in front of a crowd or anything stupid. Just you. Just now. I like you, Suyeon. You make my days feel... like something matters.”

I can’t speak. I just nod. Furiously. Over and over.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes.”

The relief on his face is immediate, and it’s beautiful.

He closes the space between us in a single stride and pulls me into a hug—warm, protective, everything I’ve ever imagined it would feel like.

His chin rests on my head as he whispers, “Don’t cry, little spy.”