Souvenir | Seokjin [ revamped ]

1. Oh, My Dear General.

P R E C A R I O U S

• uncertain for choices •

"Your eyes only lamented for my sorrow, but refused to fade them away."

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Dried leaves of falling winter creaked under my footsteps, white whisps whirled around my gaze as the postman lazily paddled his bicycle and jogged forward. A leather bound pouch was swinging from his arms, some envelopes peeking through the gap and catching my attention.

Heart speeding, I ran in front of the old man and squealed - he stopped in his track and took a moment to recognise me through his framed glasses.

"Tani?" the postman muttered in amusement, "Are you again wondering here in this daybreak?"

I let out another giggle, which seemed to have answered his question. He sighed in fake annoyance and rummaged inside his pouch. Making a face like he was carrying something really heavy, he finally took out a pale envelope and scrutinised his gaze on the address.

"Hm...Kim Seokjin, camp Hancheon, to the girl in tulip headband - yeah, this one looks like written to you." the postman nodded his head and handed it over to my waiting palms, "You surely need to give me bribes, Tani. Your father doesn't know about this at all."

I adjusted my flower band and huffed, "What do you need for bribe, huh?"

"The invitation card for your and Seokjin's wedding." he smiled and placed his hands on my head, as I melted into his fatherly warmth. The letter clutched between my palms were itching to get opened, so I returned him another chuckle and said, "Only in your dreams!"

"In a beautiful dream!" the postman laughed, waving me goodbye. I also waved back, and hid the letter under my heavy shawl. My cheeks flushed rose wine, nose felt like bursting into flames as the possible images of poems I would get after opening the envelope filled my mind.

The countryside was slowly rising up after the drape of cold night was lifted - the sun beamed in dazzle and covered the ground in it's yellow arcs. Dew drops fell from the leaves as the farmers walked towards the paddy fields. Windows were opened, fences were brimmed, kettles were placed on the heaters and the villagers were back to their work again.

And among them was me, who sneakily crept up to her bedroom and closed the door with a soft snap.

The shawl I wore was radiating heat - my ears were red and sweat beads formed upon my forehead. Smiling by my own, I took out the parchment and stared at it for a moment.

Souvenir.

My fingers did their work by own - soon two pale papers fell on my palms and one of them accidently slipped on the floor. I slapped my head, and bent down - eyes daring to burst in the tears of joy.

Unfolding the letter, I let my back to rest against the door, and the sunrays peeking through window decided to be my reading mates.

"That squealing tulip on my study table,"

I threw a frown at practically none, but muffled a laughter and further read on,

"Missing me?"

Breathing deeply, I nodded my head as if he could see me doing that. Of course, Jin, I whispered to the letter, I miss you everyday. So much.

"I miss you too.

Are you angry at me for this late reply? Okay, before your possible outburst, Tani - it was Jimin who - ah - coincidentally read your letter before I had done.

Of course he had ruined my wardrobe, crept under my bed and emptied the dustbin to read more - before I reached the criminal spot and pushed him out of my dorm by collar.

So...ah, I am writing this at midnight when Jimin is snoring on his bunk bed above mine. Do you mind, dear tulip?

I was stiffing a laughter all of the time, and by this, I burst into a fit of giggles. I shook my head, and answered, "No. I have got your reply and that's the best gift I can ever wish for, my dear Kim fun sucker."

"And for the question you threw at me in the last letter - Tani, your eye color is like me. Maybe the shade is different, but the cravings around them are mine. Just mine.

You will kill me for this short reply but this is the only way I feel better. I am not best at expressing my feelings so...let your letters as long as you want to. Let mine be simple, yet filled with you.

Here's a small poem for my crying tulip by now,

'They said I was lost,
but wasn't I the one
who had found the
way to meet with you?"

Your mister general,
Kim fun sucker."

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