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Sung Jiyeon's POV

What would Jeongyeon actually think about it? I haven't told her about me and Vernon, so close to dating, I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be proud at me. She never envied some of my ideas, in which I think she's just jealous because she can't do it but the other side of me thinks that she's giving me advices to make it better.

But. . . how would Jimin react to it? Another part of me is practically worrying about him, sometimes. . . I just don't understand my feelings. It's really understandable [HAVE A GOOD DAY]

But I see no sign of Jimin anywhere, no girls giggling and squeaking and no sound of roaring of an engine. I ignored that for a while and slid my glass door.

Shut your thoughts. I mumbled, focusing on managing piles of paper to clear my desk but something really got my attention.

A small and simple purple note with a rose beside it.

And a mysterious sentence written on it.

I need your love before I fall..

No signature who it is from but I reckon it's from Vernon, he's kinda always surprising me. But I can't be sure. . . maybe it's from other else. An admirer?

"Hey Jiyeon, you're here." said Vernon happily. I quickly turned to his direction and hid the mysterious things behind my back.

"Hey! Um. . . Thank you Vernon." I said, guessing that he's the one who gave those things all of a sudden. But he looked at me with his puzzled face: furrowing his eyebrows but he still managed to smile.

"What for?" asked Vernon, flashing a smile. I felt a chill on my spine, knowing that it isn't Vernon who gave the mysterious things.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered, smiling nervously. He chuckled sweetly.

"Oh that's cute." he said, walking towards me and started pinching my cheeks.

"Ah! Vernon! My makeup!" I said, he quickly removed his hands and apologized. I chuckled.

"Arraseo, see you later!" he bid and left. I had the chance of looking at the mysterious things.

I need your love before I fall? What does that mean? And that admirer really knows me so much, he knew my favorite color, or was it just a coincidence that he wrote it there randomly? And the rose, I love roses.

Who could it be?

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