Dear Seokjin,
It's raining outside. I didn't have an umbrella, but when do I ever prepare for the day?
My fingers circle the round coffee cup.
It's not even coffee. It's tea.
I'm trying to reduce my caffeine intake, I don't want to be super hyper.
Not sure why I'm telling you this.
I'm actually in your cafe. I know it's not your cafe but it's where you should be. You are supposed to be here.
You're supposed to be here. With me.
Here. Now.
I've given up trying to text you, forget the calls.
My messages don't even go through anymore.
Perhaps I should ask your co-workers what happened to you but would they know?
It's like you've disappeared off the face of the earth.
I ought to pay you another visit in the hospital, and I swear if you're not there...
Then you better be able to explain yourself.
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Letters From A Purple Shoebox | JinMin
FanfictionJimin never shared his feelings to other people- instead, he'd scribble them down on little pieces of scrap paper that he hid in his purple shoebox. When he realises that he can't keep hiding his feelings for any longer, he finally gets the courage...
