Room 103 || Taegi ||

Chapter 36

I blink; once, twice, three times.

"W-what?" My entire face drops just like my heart.

Did I hear him right? Did he say he loves Yoongi?

"I need your help Tae, come on your my best friend. This is what best friends do right?" He smiles, nudging me with his elbow.

Every ounce of me wanted to disagree, to call him out for being such a bad friend lately. I wanted to decline his request, refuse to help...but I couldn't.

I painfully pull the corners of my lips upwards, my heart completely breaking inside yet my outward appearance looked happy. "Of course Jiminie," the blonde haired boy squeals, flinging his arms round to give me a tight hug.

I wanted to cry, scream, yell even but I couldn't, not right now anyway. I pretend to be happy for him even when I'm hurting inside.

...maybe I do like Yoongi a lot more than I let on?

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I was huddled inside the shower, my cries were being muffled into my hands. "I couldn't do it," I whisper to myself. "I-I couldn't tell h-him that I think I l-like Yoongi."

My breath was caught in my throat while I continued to cry.

How in God's name am I supposed to help him? The mere thought of helping Jimin makes my heart hurt...

I'm not even sure if I like Yoongi or not but judging by how upset I'm getting, I would say I do.

My eyes instantly widen, my crying suddenly comes to a complete halt.
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"I-I...like Yoongi hyung," I finally say it out loud. My heart feels like it was doing multiple cartwheels inside my chest. I couldn't believe I had finally figured out my feelings for him.

Ewww and in the shower of all places.

As quick as my tears had stopped, they reappeared once again, worse this time.

I like him and I can't even tell anyone, I don't want to hurt Jimin, I don't want to hurt Yoongi hyung...he probably doesn't even want me like that anyway.

I thank God he wasn't in the dorm right now, otherwise he would've heard my painful cries.

Suddenly a knock could be heard on the door of the dorm. I quickly wipe at my red face, clearing it from any source of tears and droplets before turning the shower off and placing a towel over my lower region.

I ruffle my wet hair with my hand, exiting the bathroom and into the main room. My fingers lightly brush over the handle as I think to myself,

Do I want to see anyone right now? What if it's Jimin here to work on his 'plan.'

I let out a deep breath, gripping onto the handle and yanking it open to reveal...

{A/n: Quick, take a guess on who you think it might be, no peaking.🤣}
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