"You've got flowers," Aunt Soohyun sang, dancing into my room carrying a bouquet of red roses in her arms like a baby. She was all dressed up, ready to drive us both to school as she officially resumed as the new English Teacher.

I wouldn't say I was overly excited about that but it was what it was. She had concluded on her decision to remain in Korea and was now looking for her own place which mum was strongly against.

"You could just live with us," Mum had told her.

Instead, she had scoffed. "And hide my one-night stands where?" I didn't think I was supposed to have heard. I wished I hadn't heard, because the last thing I wanted roaming my freaking unforgetful brain was the image of my Godmother getting rammed.

I abandoned the books I was shoving into my backpack and walked halfway to meet her, where she neatly deposited the bouquet in my arms. I sniffed them, smiling deeply.

"Someone's got a Valentine's date," She teased, poking my side playfully. "Who are they from?"

I could guess who they were from but for the sake of knowing what sweet message accompanied this sweet bouquet, I pulled out the note stuck in the bouquet and opened it.

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓎.

— 𝐻𝑜𝓈𝑒𝑜𝓀.

My smile disappeared. Fuck. I stuck the note back into the bouquet and dropped it on my reading table, going back to packing my bag.

"Not someone you want them to be from?" Aunt Soohyun asked, eyes reading my expression.

"They're from a friend," I said, because really, that was all Hoseok was to me. A friend. And she was right, I'd been expecting them from someone else.

"A friend sending you flowers?" She asked, doubtfully. "Seems to me like this friend wants to be more than a friend. You don't send flowers to someone you're just friends with on Valentine's day."

No, Hoseok sent flowers to someone he wanted to be in a relationship with while he casually slept with another person. The ideal ambassador for the Hopeless Romantics club.

"Trust me, Aunt Soohyun, this one's just a friend."

She nodded, wriggling her brows teasingly at me. "Where can I find friends like this?" She commented before spinning on her toes and heading towards my door. "Hurry up. Don't want to be late for my first day!"

She seemed overly excited for someone about to teach a foreign language to a bunch of coconut heads. I really didn't wish I was her.

At school, flowers were flying around. Known couples were cuddling up. Unknown couples were holding hands, baffling the school population. It was a mad house at school that morning.

I deposited my books into my locker and headed to class, getting a shock by the state of my desk. There had to have been, at least, ten bouquets on my desk and on my chair.

My classmates were all standing around, a horrified look on their faces because what was in those bouquets weren't flowers. No, they were supposed to be flowers but all the petals had been plucked out and all there was were thorns.

Ten bouquets of rose flowers with no roses. Just the skeleton of what should have been.

"Who delivered these?" A voice asked. I turned and found Yoongi behind me, leering at my seat.

The whole class stayed quiet. The hollow silence scared me because if they'd listened closer, they would hear my heart beating like crazy.

"Can someone, please, answer me?" he asked again.

"We met them when we came to class this morning," Moon, a chubby classmate with cute freckles and thick glasses said. "Jin, do you have any idea who would do these?" she asked.

I didn't process her question immediately because a lot was going on in my mind but I'd heard her. So, my response was delayed and when the word came out of my mouth it came out doubtful like I knew someone who would do this. I didn't. "No..."

"If this is a game, whoever's playing it had better cut it out," Mino said.

Yoongi brushed past me and headed for my desk. He started to grab each bouquet, looking into it before dumping it on the floor. I guessed he was looking for a note.

I headed over to him just as he pulled out a white card. He shoved it into his pocket, grabbed a few bouquets and put them in my arms. He carried the rest and brushed past me again.

Eyes were trained on us as we walked down the hall and out of the back exit door, where the large dumpster was situated. We dumped the skeletons into the open dumpster then shut it before he brought out the paper and handed it to me.

My hands shook as I plucked it from him. I hesitated because I didn't know what I would find and I wasn't sure I would like what I would find, yet I knew I had to know what it was.

Slowly, I opened it. There were just four words. Four words that would probably haunt the hell out of me for as long as I didn't know who'd been so vindictive to have sent such a gift and why.

"What does it say?" Yoongi asked, eyes fixated on me. I handed the paper to him, unable to speak the words neatly scribbled on it. The four words carried so much weight, it was as heavy as a blow. "'I see you too'?" He reads out.

"Fuck," the word left my mouth in an exhausted huff.

"Do you have any idea who could have done this?"

I shook my head, the only people I hadn't been on talking terms with recently were Taehyung and Yoongi, and I knew even they couldn't be behind this. "Is this a fucking prank?" I asked, looking around, hoping to see the shadow of a camera.

"This isn't April Fools or Halloween, this is February fourteen. Anyone sending a bouquet sends actual flowers," he said, fingering his hair. "What have you been up to recently? Did you offend someone? Maybe you didn't think it meant anything, and they're holding a grudge."

"I don't go around causing trouble," I said, feeling too tired to speak. I took a seat on the step and buried my head in my hands. Causing trouble was more Namjoon's forte than mine.

"I need to talk to the security guards. Maybe they saw something. Whoever left these on your desk, came in through the school gate and the gates are always guarded."

I nodded, thinking, thinking, thinking, but nothing came to mind. No one.

A hand squeezed my shoulder. "Relax. We'll get this asshole," he said and left up the steps and through the backdoor.

• • •

Later that day, in my distracted and paranoid state, a delivery came for me.

An actual bouquet of red roses, foreign chocolates, an apple watch, the latest iPhone, a Tom Ford perfume and a note. The looks this time were different; envy and awe. A lot of them knew whom it was from. They'd seen him yesterday. I knew if the event of that morning hadn't happened, they'd have come to ask me about him.

I was eager to read the note. I needed something to make me happy, something to make me forget the other note I'd received—the one I still didn't know who'd sent or why.

𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢.
𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.
–𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔

Nothing could probably ever compare to the smile I had on my face. Jungkook knew the way to my heart, effortlessly. Whereas, I felt I was stumbling my way through his.

I didn't even know what I was going to get him, I'd stupidly given him what was meant for Valentine a few days ago, and even though his reaction towards it was worth the entire thing, I wish I'd waited because I couldn't possibly give Jungkook anything right now that he couldn't already afford to buy a million times.

Yoongi disrupted the war in my head and motioned me to come with him. I'd not seen him since he left me at the dumpster this morning and that had been around two hours ago.

"Looks like a party," he said, nodding towards my desk.

"It's from a special friend," I replied.

He took his time nodding before exhaling loudly, meaning business. "So, according to the security guard, the night shift guards had told them that someone was making a grand gesture of love and had sent a flower company to deliver bouquets of flowers. Apparently, they let the flower van in and the delivery guy already knew your class and seat."

"So, they just let anyone into the school at night?"

"It was this morning," Yoongi corrected. "Around six a.m. They said they hadn't thought it was a big deal and just assumed it was someone's gesture of love for Valentine."

I felt a shiver. "If this is love, I don't even want to imagine what their gesture of hate would be." I rolled my shoulders in an attempt to shake off the eerie feeling. "Do they know what flower company made the delivery?"

Yoongi fetched a piece of paper from his back pocket and showed it to me. "A flower shop called Son-Dam & Bloom. I'll go after school."

"I'll go myself. I have to figure out what this is." It was my problem—whatever that meant. I had to fix it and figure out who was messing with me, or I'd go crazy.

"Then I'll come with you."

"You don't have to," I said, sincerely appreciative of his help so far. "You've helped me quite a lot, regardless of, you know..."

Yoongi rolled his eyes as if he didn't want to venture into that topic. "Look, I was being completely immature. You're my dude, my friend and my bible says bros over dicks, you know? I know whatever you did, you did it for a good reason. I should have realized that sooner," he said, then reached into his pocket again and brought out one of the bead bracelets he's sold at his booth yesterday. "Here. I saved you one."

I took it from him, sliding it onto my right wrist. "Thanks." Funny enough, I had also set aside one of the foreign chocolate Jungkook had sent to me for him. I pulled it out of my back pocket and handed it to him.

Yoongi stared at it for a moment, smiling. "Thanks. Let's meet up after school and we'll head there," he said and made his way into the class.

Nothing more eventful happened for the rest of the day, although my nerves were already on edge. I couldn't help but feel like someone was watching me, whoever had sent that eerie note had succeeded in making me paranoid.

After school, Yoongi met me by my locker and we headed out together eager to know who had ordered the delivery. But outside my school, on the same spot it had been parked yesterday was Jungkook's BMW.

He was leaning against the passenger side, legs crossed, arms folded over his chest like he was having a photoshoot. His hair— Shit, he'd cut his hair. His hair was shorter, darker. He was gorgeous.

I gulped, his presence overwhelming me. Yoongi nudged my side, winking at me. "I'm guessing he's the one who made the entire school jealous."

True. The entire school had heard, even the teachers, and Aunt Soohyun was a teacher. I'd avoided her like a plague for the whole day and sent a text that I was hanging out with a friend and for her to not wait to go home together.

Thankfully, Have fun ;), had been her response to my text.

I motioned for Yoongi to follow me and we walked over to Jungkook. "Your hair," I said, a smile breaking on my face.

"You like?" He asked, taking off his sunshades. His gaze intensified on me, waiting for my response.

I nodded. "It suits you. You look really sexy," I whispered, so only he could hear. And I wasn't sure if I saw right but there was a possibility that Jungkook's eyes had darkened.

He pulled me flat against his body, not giving a shit that his self-proclaimed fans were watching us. "Mind your words, baby," he spoke lowly into my ear, his lips brushing the tip of my earlobe. "We're in public," he finished his sentence by pressing his semi erection into mine, causing me to stir in my pants.

"Do you care we're in public?" I teased, the pit of my stomach warming at the look in his eyes, like he wanted to tear my clothes to shreds.

"Not at all," he whispered, his hands slipping from my back to grab my ass, making my breath catch. "But you do."

I swallowed, a shaky breath leaving my lips. He was right, we were in public and I detested that fact because I wanted him there and then but I could imagine what was going through every other person's head. "Stop," I mumbled before pulling away.

Jungkook licked his lips, eyes trained on me challengingly but I wasn't brave enough to take him up on whatever he was thinking. I reached behind and pulled Yoongi forward, ignoring Jungkook's look. "This is Yoongi, my friend," I said. "Yoongi, this is Jungkook, my uh,..."

"Special friend?" Yoongi asked.

"Boyfriend," Jungkook said, pulling me against him. "His boyfriend. Nice to meet you, Yoongi."

Just like that? I'd expected the process of trying to figure out or tag what we were to be more elaborate than this but just like that and he was my boyfriend and I was more than okay with it.

"Nice to meet you, too."

"Were you both heading somewhere?" Jungkook asked.

Choosing to not deliberate so much on what Jungkook's word was doing to my body and my soul, I decided to face the issue at hand. "Something happened today," I said to Jungkook. "Something disturbing."

Jungkook frowned. "Something like what?" I fetched the note from my backpack and gave it to Jungkook, the scowl on his face deepening. "Who's seeing you too? Who gave you this?"

"I have no idea. I found it stuck in one of the ten bouquets of rose thorns which I met at my desk this morning," I explained, the image fresh and discomforting in my head.

"Ten bouquets of rose thorns?"

"All the petals were missing. There were just sticks and thorns," Yoongi said. "We thought it was a prank but the possibilities seemed low, so I met the security guards and they said a flower shop had delivered it this morning at six."

Jungkook's hold around me tightened protectively. "What flower shop delivers something like this to a high school?"

"Son-Dam & Bloom. I checked them online," Yoongi told him. "They're a small shop in Gangnam. It's weird because they have quite a small amount of reviews but all the ratings are five stars meaning their services are top notch. So, unless it's a different Son-Dam & Bloom, then something isn't right."

Jungkook stayed quiet, his jaws scarily clenched. I squeezed his side lightly with the arm that was wrapped around his waist. This made him look at me and held my gaze for a moment before kissing the spot between my eyes.

"You're not going anywhere," he stated.

"I have to know who sent it. Kook, it's—"

He nodded. "I know you want to know." He turned to Yoongi. "Son-Dam & Bloom?"

Yoongi looked between me and Jungkook before nodding once. "Yes. But are you sure you don't need me to come along?"

Jungkook smiled at Yoongi. "I'm certain. Would you want me to drop you off at home, Yoongi? It doesn't matter if it's out of our route."

Yoongi looked over at me and shook his head. "No worries. You go ahead. Take care of him," he said to Jungkook.

"I will."

"See you tomorrow, Jin," Yoongi said to me before turning away and heading towards the direction of the bus stop.

Jungkook opened the passenger side and I climbed in. He went around the car and climbed into the driver's seat next to me. Then he leaned over and kissed me, pouring in so much emotion in that one kiss. I held onto his arm, a wave of calm rushing through me.

When he pulled away he was smiling. "Were you scared when you found them?"

"Scared, startled, confused," I said.

"You would be," he said, more to himself but his eyes stayed trained on me.

"I have to go there," I said. "I need to know who—"

"You'll know," he assured me. "Trust me. Just listen to me and don't do anything unless I tell you to."

"Jungkook."

"Jin."

My eyes searched his, but he wasn't kidding. He meant every word he'd said and honestly, it put me a little at ease. So, I nodded. "Okay. Just let me know if you need me to do anything."

He brushed the back of his tattooed hand against my cheek. "Will do, baby."