The days drifted by in a quiet blur, each morning bringing the same anticipation for Taehyung as he prepared his next gift. He'd left the third one, the wooden picture frame, at Jungkook's doorstep last night, carefully wrapping it and ensuring it was placed just right. His hands had trembled as he set it down, the note still tucked safely inside his pocket, the words too heavy for him to voice aloud.

Jungkook, on the other hand, had grown accustomed to the unexpected presence of these small tokens on his doorstep. Each gift, from the keychain to the bookmarks, had been carefully chosen, as if someone had noticed the subtle details of his life that no one else cared to see. It was baffling, and yet, oddly comforting.

But there had been no sign of the person behind the gifts, no indication of who they were, why they'd chosen him, or why they remained anonymous. Jungkook couldn't shake the curiosity that gnawed at him.

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The next morning, Jungkook found the frame on his doorstep. His brow furrowed as he crouched down to pick it up. The delicate carvings along the edge of the frame caught his eye, the attention to detail was extraordinary.

Without thinking, he took it inside. His fingers grazed over the wood as he set it down on his desk, staring at it for a moment. There was something comforting about the way it felt, as though it had a purpose in his life he hadn't yet understood.

His gaze flickered to the corner of the frame, where the tissue paper had been carefully tucked. A folded note. He hesitated for a moment, but curiosity overtook him.

Yes, at the last moment Taehyung had decided to leave the note with the gift.

He unfolded the paper, his eyes scanning the elegant handwriting:

"A place for something special, whenever you decide it's time."

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. Something special? What did that mean?

He glanced back at the frame, his thumb grazing the smooth surface. For the first time, he felt a connection to something beyond his own world. Something that seemed to reach out to him in ways he hadn't expected.

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Taehyung, however, was in his apartment, sitting on his couch with his hands clenched in his lap. The note had felt right when he wrote it, but now, as the hours passed, his anxiety grew. What if Jungkook hadn't liked it? What if he found it strange?

He couldn't bring himself to check, to watch or wait. He had made his choice, he would leave the gifts and let them speak for themselves.

Jimin had told him to be brave, to speak up and be honest. But Taehyung wasn't sure he could do that, not yet. Not when everything about Jungkook seemed so unreachable.

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That night, Jungkook returned home from another grueling day of work, his mind still lingering on the note and the frame. He had placed the note inside his bed drawer, unsure of what to make of it. There was something so... personal about it, as if the giver was sharing a secret with him that was meant only for him to understand.

When he stepped into the hallway, his eyes immediately darted to his doorstep. This time, there was nothing.

For a moment, he felt a pang of disappointment. He had grown used to the gifts, used to that quiet connection. But tonight, the silence felt heavier. Maybe he's expecting too much, it was just today morning he got the gift with the note.

Jungkook unlocked his door and entered his apartment, his heart strangely hollow. He couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, the person who had been leaving the gifts had been trying to reach out in a way no one else had before.

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. He blinked, surprised. Who could it be? He wasn't expecting anyone.

With cautious steps, he made his way to the door, his heart beating faster for reasons he couldn't explain.

When he opened it, there was no one there. But lying on the ground was a small, delicate flower, a single white rose, its petals soft and pure.

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Taehyung stared at the flower in his hands, his heart racing. He hadn't meant for it to end up like this. He had simply picked it up on his way home, wanting to add a final touch to the gifts he had already given. But now, as he stood outside Jungkook's door, he felt exposed.

The white rose had always been his favorite flower, the symbol of purity, innocence, and unspoken affection.

He set it down carefully on the doorstep, making sure it was placed gently. Then, with one last glance at the door, he fled back into his apartment, his heart hammering in his chest.

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Jungkook stared down at the flower. His fingers hovered over it, tracing the soft petals before he bent down to pick it up. A smile tugged at his lips without his permission, his mind racing with the implications of the small gesture.

He glanced around the empty hallway once more, wondering if he would ever get the chance to meet the person who had been leaving him these thoughtful gifts.

The white rose felt like a secret. A piece of something he was slowly discovering, piece by piece.

Jungkook placed the flower carefully in a small vase on his windowsill, his gaze lingering on it for a moment.

He felt a warmth inside him, spreading like a slow-burning flame.