The next day didn't feel normal.
Nothing was wrong.
But nothing felt right either.
You walked into class.
Jimin was there.
He looked up at you.
"Hey."
"Hey."
Same word.
Different feeling.
You sat beside him.
Usually—
he would say something.
Joke. Tease. Complain.
Today—
he didn't.
You noticed.
"Why are you so quiet?" you asked.
"I'm not."
"You are."
He sighed.
"…Just tired."
That wasn't convincing.
But you didn't push.
Taehyung walked in.
You felt it—
before you even looked.
He sat in his usual place.
Didn't look at you.
Didn't say anything.
And somehow—
that affected you more than anything else.
Class went on.
You didn't focus.
Your mind kept replaying yesterday.
Jungkook.
The questions.
Their reactions.
Especially—
that one question.
"Does he know?"
You still didn't have an answer.
After class—
you stood up slowly.
Before you could leave—
"Y/N."
You turned.
Taehyung.
"Come with me," he said.
Not a request.
You hesitated.
Then nodded.
You followed him outside.
Jimin watched.
Didn't stop you.
But didn't look away either.
The corridor was empty.
Taehyung stopped.
You stood in front of him.
"What?" you asked.
Silence for a second.
Then—
"Do you still talk to him?"
Straight.
You blinked.
"…Yes."
"How much?"
"Sometimes."
He looked at you.
"That's not an answer."
You frowned.
"Why does it matter?"
There it was again.
That question.
This time—
he didn't avoid it.
"Because it changes things."
Your heart skipped.
"…What things?"
Silence.
For a moment—
you thought he wouldn't say it.
Then—
"This."
Your breath caught.
He didn't explain.
But you understood.
"You didn't ask me that before," you said quietly.
"I didn't need to."
"And now?"
"I do."
Silence.
Your chest felt tight.
"I don't know what I feel for him," you admitted.
Honest.
Real.
"And you're still in contact," he added.
"Yes."
Another pause.
Then—
"Then figure it out."
You froze.
"…What?"
"Figure it out," he repeated calmly."Before this goes further."
That hit.
Hard.
"Further?" you repeated.
He didn't answer.
Because he didn't need to.
You looked at him.
"…You don't get to decide that."
"I'm not deciding."
"Then what are you doing?"
"Stopping something before it gets complicated."
You laughed lightly.
"Too late."
Silence.
That line stayed between you.
Heavy.
Real.
"You didn't say anything that night," you said suddenly.
His eyes shifted slightly.
"That wasn't something to talk about in a hallway."
Your heart beat faster.
"But it happened."
"I know."
"And you're just… ignoring it?"
"No."
"Then what?"
A pause.
Then—
"I'm waiting."
"…For what?"
"For you to be clear."
That answer—
hurt more than anything else.
You stepped back slightly.
"So until then?"
"Nothing changes."
You stared at him.
But something had already changed.
Behind you—
a voice.
"So this is what's going on."
You turned.
Jimin.
Standing there.
Not angry.
Not loud.
But—
he had heard enough.
Your heart dropped.
"Jimin—"
He looked at you.
"…You kissed him?"
Silence.
Complete silence.
You couldn't speak.
Because now—
👉 the secret wasn't a secret anymore.