Dystopian

Chapter 3

Namjoon stood his ground, facing his parents with a defiance they had rarely seen in him. His father’s stern expression and his mother’s disappointed frown only fueled his resolve. He would not marry someone he didn’t love, not when his heart belonged to Seokjin.

“This is not up for debate, Namjoon.” his father said coldly, his voice echoing through the grand dining room. “You will marry the Minister of Trade’s daughter. It is what’s best for our family.”

“I don’t care about what’s best for the family!” Namjoon shouted, his voice breaking. “I care about what’s best for me! I won’t marry her. I can’t.”

His mother sighed, her eyes narrowing. “You’re being unreasonable, Namjoon. This is how things are done. You have responsibilities, and you must fulfill them.”

“No.” Namjoon said firmly. “I won’t do it.”

His father’s face hardened. “Then you leave us no choice.” He turned to the two large bodyguards standing by the door. “Take him to his room. Make sure he doesn’t leave.”

Namjoon’s heart pounded as the bodyguards moved towards him. “What are you doing?” he demanded, fear creeping into his voice.

“We’re doing what’s necessary” his father replied. “You’ll stay in your room until you come to your senses.”

The bodyguards grabbed Namjoon’s arms, dragging him towards his bedroom. He struggled, but their grip was ironclad. “This isn’t fair!” he shouted, desperation in his voice. “You can’t keep me locked up!”

But his parents remained unmoved, their faces like stone. Namjoon was thrown into his room, the door slamming shut behind him. He heard the click of the lock and the heavy footsteps of the bodyguards taking their positions outside.

Namjoon sank to the floor, his heart heavy with despair. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own home. He glanced around his luxurious room, its opulence now a cruel reminder of his captivity. The window, which had once been his escape route, was now guarded. There was no way out.

For days, Namjoon languished in his room, his only solace the memories of Seokjin. He would sit by the window, staring out at the world he could no longer reach. The bodyguards outside were relentless, their presence a constant reminder of his imprisonment.

But Namjoon was not one to give up easily. If he couldn’t see Seokjin, he would find another way to communicate. He gathered paper and a pen, his hands trembling as he began to write.

Dearest Seokjin,

I’m writing this letter from my room, where I’ve been confined by my parents. They’ve hired bodyguards to keep me from leaving, all because I refused to marry the Minister of Trade’s daughter. My heart aches, Jinnie. I can’t bear being apart from you, and now it feels even more hopeless.

I think about you constantly. Your smile, your touch, your voice—they’re the only things keeping me sane. I miss you so much it hurts. But I won’t give up. We will find a way to be together, no matter what it takes.

Please, be safe. I’ll keep writing to you. It’s the only thing I can do right now.

Yours forever,
Namjoon

Namjoon folded the letter carefully, hiding it under his pillow. He had to find a way to get it to Seokjin. As the days turned into weeks, he wrote letter after letter, pouring his heart onto the pages. Each letter was a lifeline, a connection to the man he loved.

One night, as he lay in bed, a thought struck him. The household staff—surely, he could find a way to get one of them to deliver his letters. He waited for the right moment, listening carefully for the sound of footsteps in the hallway.

When the housekeeper, an older woman who had always been kind to him, passed by, he called out softly. “Mrs. Lee?”

The woman stopped, glancing around to make sure the coast was clear. “What is it, Master Namjoon?” she whispered through the door.

“I need your help” Namjoon said urgently. “I need to get a letter to someone. It’s very important.”

Mrs. Lee hesitated, but the desperation in Namjoon’s voice moved her. “Give me the letter,” she said quietly. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Namjoon quickly retrieved the letter from under his pillow and passed it through the small gap at the bottom of the door. “Thank you, Mrs. Lee. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“I’ll do my best...” she said, and with that, she was gone.

Days passed, and Namjoon anxiously awaited a response. He wrote more letters, each one filled with love and longing, and each time, Mrs. Lee faithfully delivered them. One evening, as Namjoon sat by his window, staring out at the setting sun, he heard a soft knock on his door.

“Master Namjoon” Mrs. Lee’s voice whispered. “I have something for you.”

Namjoon’s heart leapt. “Slide it under the door, please.”

A folded piece of paper slipped through the gap, and Namjoon snatched it up eagerly. His hands shook as he unfolded it, his eyes scanning the familiar handwriting.

My Dearest Namjoon,

My heart breaks knowing what you’re going through. I wish I could be there to hold you, to tell you everything will be okay. But we must stay strong. Our love is powerful, and it will see us through this darkness.

I’ve been thinking about our escape, planning every detail. We will find a way out, I promise you. Keep writing to me. Your letters are my lifeline, just as mine are to you.

Stay strong, my love. We will be together soon.

Yours always,
Seokjin

Tears filled Namjoon’s eyes as he read Seokjin’s words. Despite the distance and the barriers between them, their love remained unbroken. He clung to that hope, the promise of a future where they could be together freely.

Every day, Namjoon poured his heart into his letters, finding solace in the connection they provided. And every night, he would wait eagerly for Mrs. Lee’s soft knock, knowing that another piece of Seokjin’s heart was on the other side of the door.

Dearest Seokjin,

Your words give me strength, even in the darkest moments. Knowing you’re out there, thinking of me, planning our future—it’s what keeps me going. I count the days until I can see you again, until I can hold you in my arms and never let go.

Stay safe, my love. We will find a way. I believe in us.

Forever yours,
Namjoon

The days stretched into weeks, each one a test of their endurance and faith. But through their letters, Namjoon and Seokjin held on to the hope that their love would conquer the obstacles in their path. And as the shadows of their society loomed ever larger, they found light in each other’s words, a promise that their love would one day set them free.