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[14]

Taehyung's POV

Saturday, morning

I wake up early and head to the coffee shop to think about what the fuck I'm supposed to do.

As I sit in the back corner of the cafe, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I groan in frustration when I realize it's a text from Jimin:

Good luck, tae.

Obviously he's wishing me luck with "Irene", a girl that doesn't even exist. I feel bad for lying to him, but what else could I do? Confessing my true feelings is more dangerous than lying.

...but he'll find out eventually. There's no way of hiding from the truth.

Today is the day.

I'm going to tell him. I'll just get it over with and never speak to him again. At least he knows the truth by then. I'm sure once I tell him everything that's on my mind, I won't be so stressed out anymore. Somehow, I convince myself that I don't care what would happen next. Whether he hates me or loves me, it's not going to be my problem anymore.

I stare at my untouched cup of coffee for a while, then I get up and walk out of the shop, throwing the full cup in the trash on my way out.

I walk briskly in the cool breeze towards the library. During this time of day, Jimin is usually in his secret dance room. I know I'll find him there.

I shiver as I push the library doors open, yearning for the warmth inside the building. It's not even that cold outside, but I'm a nervous wreck at the moment.

I keep walking at a fast, steady pace until I reach the back of the library. I stop abruptly in front of the door that leads to the dance room.

I let out a small chuckle at myself. I can't believe I'm actually doing this. I can't believe I'm actually going to tell my best friend that I'm in love with him. Gosh, I feel like such an idiot.

I hold my breath as I turn the doorknob.

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I awkwardly stand in the doorway as Jimin finishes up a dance. He's free-styling to an American song.

The song ends and he sees me. He waves at me and says, "Hi, Tae!"

I smile weakly. "Hi. Cool dance."

"Thanks, man. Yah, how was your date with Irene? Did it go well?" He eyes me curiously as he takes a drink of water.

I rub the back of my neck. "Uh, not exactly."

"Shit, man. What happened?" Jimin leans against the wall and sits on the floor, motioning for me to sit next to him.

I cautiously walk over and sit down, keeping a safe distance between us.

"Well, um, you see..." My voice fades away and I glance at Jimin, who is listening intently. His mouth hangs slightly open as he waits for me to continue.

"I didn't see her today." I mumble.

"What happened?" Jimin asks again, shifting closer to me.

I clear my throat and laugh nervously. "There was never... a girl. Irene isn't real. If that makes sense."

"Um, that doesn't really make sense? Whatever, continue your story." Jimin frowns.

"I was lying this whole time. But I wasn't lying about being in love with someone." My eyes dart over to Jimin, then I quickly look away. "Yeah... I'm sorry for lying."

"That doesn't matter right now, Taehyung. Who are you in love with then?" He's annoyed, I can tell. He's irritated that I lied to him, that I'm still keeping a secret. He thought that on that day when we had lunch together, I had actually opened up to him about everything. Turns out I was still lying.