Taehyung

"You can ask me anything," I suddenly start feeling a little nervous as I turn my torso a bit more to look at her, and the beats of my heart are more rapid now.

Maya's eyes move to her hand that is resting beside mine on her thigh as she speaks softly,
"Long back, in our last year of high school, I left a lot of little notes inside your desk. You said you used to like me back then, didn't you?" Our eyes meet once again, and my eyebrows furrow as I blink in confusion. "Then why didn't you respond to any of those letters and notes from me?" Her question feels as if someone electrocuted my brain.

I can literally feel my heart thumping at the tip of my tongue as she searches my bewildered eyes for an answer.

"What do you mean? I have never found any letters or notes inside my desk. I promise," my answer jumps out of my mouth without any hesitation, and my heart begins pounding louder, causing a strange tightness within my chest, the sensation threatening my very existence.

"You never got them?" She blinks, her expressions mirroring mine, and I shake my head in denial.

Maya looks visibly shocked too.

"But I left like, at least forty letters and sticky notes inside your desk... for so many days," she turns around and sits facing me, folding a leg over the bed; my hand still on her thigh.

"Are you sure you left them in my desk?"

Please say no.

"Yeah," she nods confidently, and my heart sinks into my stomach. "I used to arrive at school before everyone and leave something in your desk...a letter or a bar of chocolate or a pack of pepero...I knew those were your favorite snacks," she laughs softly, but the disappointment in her eyes is evident. "And then, before anyone could notice me, I would head outside until classes began. How come you never got any of those? Not even the snacks?" She quirks her eyebrow and tilts her head slightly, and I shake my head again, shell-shocked.

"Maya," I breathe out the numerous emotions crowding my mind. "I have no idea how. Maybe someone cleaned out the desks before classes began? I really don't know what happened," my voice gives away the grave disappointment that I feel within.

Her eyebrows raise in surprise.
"Wow, I never thought that could be possible. I was so naive," she chuckles softly, shaking her head, but I'm unable to take this as lightly as she just did.

Placing my slightly trembling index finger under her chin, I lift her face up to meet her eyes, my own hands growing terribly cold with nervousness.

"What did you write for me?" My voice deepens, and my curiosity earns a shy smile from her.

"I started writing to you towards the end of our final year because that is when I was noticing you more than ever before. I used to observe how you did little tricks with your stationery and showed off to the guys, and how you solved the Rubik's cube so quickly....you know, I'm a sucker for intelligence, and I kind of fell for you," she laughs, letting her head drop, and when she looks back into my eyes, the rosy glow on her cheeks stands out even more.

But my eyes are rounded in shock and disbelief, my mouth agape.

"And I loved it how you never looked at girls in a bad way, never bullied anyone, never stopped smiling, and I really felt so attracted to your voice...you even had golden hair at one point, and I loved it so much. I think that was around the time of our final exams? Math? Yeah," she asks and answers on her own, nodding at her own statements.

"Most of my notes were wishing you a good day, asking you if you slept well the previous night, or about how I enjoyed watching you laugh...." She pauses for my reply.

"You liked me?" My words come out shakily after hearing everything that she just said.

"I did..." she confirms, nodding her head with a shy smile on her lips, slightly biting down on her lower lip before she continues spilling. "I used to eagerly wait for you to respond to at least one of my letters, and I used to feel so depressed when you didn't bother... I wrote a lot about you in my diary as well, and I was even a little mad at you at one point, but I had no idea that you never got them. Too bad," she exhales, her hand landing over my hand on her thigh. "But I kind of...moved on after school," she adds with a smile.

"Why didn't you talk to me? Like directly?" I quiz her, earning a little frown from her.

"I could ask you the same," she removes my hand from her thigh and holds it in her hand, softly stroking it, keeping her eyes stuck on our hands.

I just can't seem to find the right words to fill in the sudden silence that has fallen between us. Had we spoken to each other back then, our lives would have been so different today. To say that I'm utterly disappointed with my shy past-self would be a vicious understatement.

I mean, as a boy, I should have boldly asked her out instead of secretly following her around. Leaving nameless bouquets and requesting songs anonymously—what was I even thinking when I did all those stupid things? For her to magically fall for me?

But she did.

She did like me, but neither of us spoke about it, and all that I have now are just memories and a screwed-up life, when, in all honesty, I could have had Maya in my life if I had been a little more confident in the past.

The heavy feeling of regret washes over me, causing the tightness and uneasiness within my chest to resurface.

Years may pass, and people may change, everything around us might change. But memories never fade, and the best memory of my life so far is Maya. A lot of time has gone by with just her memories, but the longing has always been silently lurking inside.

She isn't just a memory to me anymore.

And to know that I have been part of her memories makes me feel so many new things. It makes me feel as if I'm still the seventeen-year-old teenager who longs for her attention.

How I wish I could change our lives and go back to those days!!

Maya's voice pulls me out of my scattered thoughts,
"I was really wishing to see you at the reunion, but I was also a little torn if I wanted to see you ever again. And when I actually saw you there, I was so stunned. I literally felt butterflies...in here," she points to her stomach with our joined hands, slipping her fingers through the gaps between my fingers and holding my hand tight. The pleasurable sensation of her soft fingers against mine is making my adrenaline rush, and my skin bristles with excitement.

"It took me a little while to actually bring myself to talk to you even after so many years. I felt so nervous. In fact, I was so nervous the entire time we were together," she laughs a little, and that is when I feel all the puzzle pieces falling into place and explaining why she was so nervous the other night. "And I never thought I would ever tell you all this. But I just did," Maya shrugs a little, her eyes lifting to meet mine.

"I'm so happy that you did," I say softly, and the few seconds of gaze lock that follows feels as if the whole world around us has stopped moving.

The fingers of her hand that's not linked with mine slowly glide up my hand and forearm, and then she slightly pushes herself forward and holds onto my bicep, making my heart hammer against my chest.

"Maya, can I be here?" I lick my lips, and my question is punctuated by the dinging of the cuckoo clock in the living room which indicates that it is 11 pm already; the sound of the cooing cuckoo reverberating in the silence occupying the house.

"You're already here," she laughs softly, scooting a bit more closer to me, her knee now touching my thigh, her hand on my arm traveling to my shoulder and coming to rest there, and I laugh a little too, feeling extremely nervous.

"I mean, my bed is amazing, but I think I'll be more comfortable here." I don't know what devil residing inside made me say that. "With you," the devil adds, causing her lips to stretch into a wide smile.

"I actually wanted to ask you that," she admits sheepishly and laughs while holding my shoulder tighter.

"Why didn't you then?" I take the opportunity to stroke her thigh with my other hand and lose myself in the smoothness against my palm and fingers, my mind whispering to me in a sinister tone to explore more.

SHUT UP!!

"I don't know why," she shrugs, releasing my hand from hers and getting up from the bed, making my hand fall flat on the spot where she was sitting all this while.

My eyes follow her as she turns off the lights in the room and pushes me by my shoulders to lie down on the bed, and I do so with my legs still dangling out of the bed.

The faint glow of the bedside lamp is making her flawless skin glow, and it takes everything in me not to keep touching her in every possible way.

But before I could pull myself up, Maya climbs on top of me, the bold move making my body go rigid, my heart beating at a completely abnormal rhythm.

Her eyes stay locked with mine in a powerful gaze, and the proximity is definitely doing something to me and making a whole lot of strange feelings to erupt within my messed-up mind.

The fact that I am a married man sinks into oblivion, and all that I feel now is excitement and the pulsing of my hormones. Though my brain is fully aware how this little moment of weakness could cause a lifetime of regret, yet the desire to keep her close when she's near me—nearer than we've ever been around each other—overpowers every other sensation right now.

"This is my side of the bed," she whispers to me, her thighs tightening around mine.

"Then why aren't you lying down?" I search her eyes for an answer as I bring my arms to wrap around her waist and pull her down, crashing her body on mine.

Resting her elbows on my chest, she raises her head a little to look at me.

"This feels better than lying on the bed," she smirks while her toes begin to tease my calves by rubbing against the fabric of my sweatpants, and I'm fully confident that she's feeling my growing bulge against her body.

To save myself from this new embarrassment tonight, and in a poor attempt to make my arousal less obvious, I hold her tight and roll us over, with her now below me, and I lift my torso a little.

Unfortunately, my hips are being adamant and stuck to hers, making my move totally useless.

Finally! She told him!!
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Double update today, only because you asked for it, sweetheart!!
JaneCherryy
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Adding some high-school kind of pictures of Taehyung because I fell in love with them.

These edits, please
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Me : *dies*

Yeah, boy! Take it off because it's gonna get a little hot in here!!!
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Published on : 04/28/2022