Jungkook was head over heels for you. And this all started when his History teachers decided to change the seating plan. Usually, he would dread that, and he did, that was until he found out that he had to sit next to you, and you wouldn’t stop talking. It was your favourite subject being taught, apparently, but you didn’t need to be a genius to figure that out. But it was a fascinating thing, to see someone talking about the things they genuinely love and enjoy. Jungkook was a quiet kid, so he just let you talk.
When you found out that Jungkook would be sitting next to you for the next term, you were a little sceptical. Not that you didn’t like the kid. You knew he was quiet, really quiet, so you didn’t want anything to become awkward between you both. That’s why you talked his ears off about your favourite subject. You only started talking to break the tension, but once you started you couldn’t stop. And he let you. To be honest you thought he was adorable, his round glimmering eyes, wide and absorbed in what you were saying, his mouth and pink lips that hung open a little, and the short, quiet giggle he let out when you apologised for talking too much.
After some time, Jungkook was still quiet, but you had both become good friends. It had come to a point where you knew a lot of his interests too, art, photography, tattoos, and now you were interested in him too. You heard him laugh a lot more, and now you knew how deep his voice could actually get and it always gave you butterflies. Jungkook felt good talking to you and having your attention, in fact he craved it more as time went on. But all that came to a stop, and it was all his fault.
One day, you walked into the library to study. You already weren’t in the best of moods and sported a scowl on your face. So you chose one of the single booths so hopefully nobody would disturb you. Head meeting the table, you actually considered sleeping instead, but no, you had to keep telling yourself that the subject you had to study was one you struggled with a lot. Leaving your notes and pens set out on the desk, you got up to search for the textbooks you needed. However, when you sat back down, you noticed a purple post-it note on your notebook. It read,
Smile, you’re doing great :)
Unknowingly, a small smile crept onto your lips. You looked around the library, trying to find the culprit, but you had no idea who it was. So for now, you placed the purple sticky paper to the side.
Next day, there was another post-it note, but this time it was waiting for you on your desk. Before reading what it said, you looked around the classroom, but no one was paying attention to you, or acting suspicious, so it couldn’t be anyone here. You picked up the post-it note as you sat down, smiling again as you read the words written neatly.
I’m rooting for you :)
But who are you? You asked yourself.
"Hey y/n," Jungkook said, sitting next to you, his shoulders slightly hunched in his usual shy demeanour, "What’s that you got there?"
You held in a breath for a moment. "Someone’s leaving me nice notes," you smiled at him. "I don’t know who it is though."
Jungkook looked away for a moment, feeling butterflies in his stomach because he was the one who made you smile like that. He knew who it was. He still remembered the way his heart pummelled inside his chest when he left the first note on your notebook, the way his hands shook. Recently he wanted to pen down the words he wanted to say to you, since he didn’t have the courage to tell you in person.
But it sort of backfired, because the more post-it notes he secretly sent you, the more obsessed you were to find whoever was leaving them for you. And you just wouldn’t leave it alone, it was starting to get annoying. Now, this mystery person was all you talked about, and they were all you were paying attention to. Even if the person was actually him so your attention was technically on him but not on him so…
"Not a lot of people use sticky notes any more, do they? I might be able to find out who it is," you said, your fingers flicking through the now hefty collection of purple sticky notes.
Jungkook, who sat beside you again, rolled his eyes. Those post-it notes were from him, but to you they were from someone else.
"Sure, if you want to snoop through everyone’s stuff," he said, monotonously.
You looked at him, surprised at his attitude. "Yeah, maybe I shouldn’t do that," you said quietly, looking at the papers again. There was something so familiar about these notes but you couldn’t put your finger on it. Peeking a glance at sulky Jungkook again, you hid away the sticky notes in your pencil case and leaned towards your desk-mate.
"Sorry, am I talking too much about it?"
You could practically hear the flustered cogs stuttering in his brain as he looked down at you. The close proximity was getting to him, and his tongue was tied.
"Uh— w—well if it’s making you happy then that’s good I guess," his voice trailed off at the end, his gaze moving away.
You giggled, catching the light blush on his cheeks, and left him alone. He was so cute.
On the way out of the classroom, Jungkook walking beside you, you bumped into someone, their books dropping to the ground. Immediately apologising, you started to help them pick up their books, until something caught your eye.
"Hey wait!" you grabbed one of their textbooks, a purple sticky note poking out of the pages, wrenching it open to inspect. But the writing was different, it wasn’t them. "Um..Sorry," you said, handing the book back to the slightly frazzled student.
Jungkook watched the whole ordeal, and he finally made the decision to do something.
In your next history class the next day, you noticed Jungkook acting strange. He seemed really nervous, his voice more shaky, if he did speak. When you asked what was wrong, he just said he didn’t feel well with a strained smile. When class was finished, you were so distracted with your classmate who sat behind you, you didn’t even notice when Jungkook left.
Sat in the library again, finished with previous work, you fished out your history textbook, figuring it won’t do any harm to do some extra reading. But as soon as you opened the cover, you were surprised to see not only Jungkook’s name scrawled down in the top corner, but also a purple post-it note stuck right in the middle of the page.
Guess you know who I am now
Your lips parted in almost disbelief, had you been so oblivious this whole time? But you continued, following the arrow and turning the page. Another post-it note, laughing at what was written down this time.
It’s Jungkook…
If you didn’t know
Another note on the next page.
I’ve been wanting to tell you things for a while, but I was too shy,
So I used these sticky notes
You turned the page.
But the most important thing I want to tell you is…
You turned the next page even faster.
I love you :)
Slamming the book shut, which received annoyed glances from people sat near you, but you didn't care because the elation in your chest was more important, you hurriedly packed your stuff away and ran to the class you thought Jungkook had right now. Turns out you were there a little too early, so you paced awkwardly outside of the classroom, and the waiting only made you more nervous—especially when you realised you had no clue what you were going to say to him. By the time students were trailing out of classrooms, you were still debating what to say to him when you saw him. Why not go straight into a kiss? No, that’s way too forward, and you know how shy Jungkook can get.
"Y/n?"
You spun round to see Jungkook walking towards you.
"Hey," you started, already smiling hard, "I think you took my history textbook."
Jungkook froze, his eyes widening and he started to stutter. "Er, oh w—well um—how did that happen?" He stood in front of you, scratching just below his ear, looking away from you.
"I’ve read them, Jungkook."
He held his breath, the air becoming quieter from the quickly emptying halls. And if he wasn’t nervous now, he certainly was as you stepped closer to him. "I was hoping you wouldn’t read them until tonight," he whispered.
You hummed, surprising him with a gentle kiss on his cheek (which is exactly what you said you wouldn’t do!). But the shy, blushing mess you made of him was worth it.
"W—would you like to go for ice cream?" he asked, the words rushed and loud, like something in him had just burst open.
You laughed. "Of course," you answered, taking his hand and pulling him towards the exit. "I think I love you too, by the way," you added, looking over your shoulder to see a wide-eyed Jungkook, his mouth open in disbelief.
He was screaming on the inside.