The three of them orbited each other, drawn together by a force beyond their control. Y/N's friendship with Jungkook deepened with each passing day, their conversations lingering long after the school bell tolled. Yet, Taehyung's presence lingered like a whisper in the wind, a constant reminder of the connection they shared.
It was during a warm spring afternoon that Y/N found herself in the art room, surrounded by Taehyung's latest creations. The scent of paint hung in the air as he worked on a new masterpiece, his fingers dancing across the canvas with practiced precision. As she watched him, a wave of admiration washed over her, mingling with the gentle stirrings of something more.
Their eyes met, and in that moment, time seemed to stand still. Taehyung's gaze held hers, a silent understanding passing between them. And as he reached out to brush a stray lock of hair from her face, Y/N felt her heart skip a beat.
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