Anonymous in Trouble [VKook]

The Seventh Letter

What can I say?
I'm dying. No shame or fear from it.
I'm physically okay, but my emotions are running wild and I can't keep them pent up much longer.
Sooner or later I knew I'd tell you that I love you, but I just didn't know it have to be in the form of a letter.
I'm a coward. A dying coward.
I cry as I write this, this letter to my one true love. The love that will never love me back.
Am I sure of this? No, but I won't risk ruining the beauty of our friendship. What we have isn't much, but I don't want to have nothing.
So, maybe these letters will stop in a few weeks, and maybe you'll figure out who I am. Though, if that happens, it won't matter what my name is or what I feel. It will be too late.
Mainly, I want to say that I love you, Jung Kook. Sadly I can't, because I'm weak, so I'll continue to write it in these letters.
I love you. Do you feel the same?
I guess you can't tell me since you have no idea who this is. I've even heard you say that this mystery stumps you.
Still, I love you.
From, Anonymous

Jung Kook laid his new, weekly letter on his desk then slid it over to Jimin, "I can't figure this out for the life of me, hyung."
"Be patient," his elder smiled, "From the looks of these letters, this person is about to burst. They won't be able to hold it in much longer."
"I don't know," Jung turned his head towards his other hyung, "Tae hyung, what do you think?"
"About what?," the alien lifted his head off his desk.
"The letters," Kookie sighed.
"You got more?," Tae Hyung reached over and grabbed the paper, "Is this the same person? The writing looks different."
"Maybe it was because they were crying while writing," Ji Min stated, "That's what it said, right?"
"Yeah," Jung took the paper back, "I figured that out already. I just want to know who it is!"
Ji Min turned around in his seat as their teacher came back from the copying room, a slight smile across his face.
Jung Kook put the letter away and picked up his pencil when Mr. Kim started the English lesson again.
Mr. Kim; it was strange to call him that, especially since they were such good friends by now.
You see, Jung Kook was bumped up a few grades, so that's why he was in the same classes as Jimin and Taehyung, people older than him.
Their teacher was his first friend, only because he was too shy to reach out to anyone else. Tae and Jimin actually came to him and they've been pretty much inseparable for two years now.
"Jung Kook?," Nam Joon called out to him from the front of the room, "You okay?"
He was speaking English, so Jung was a little confused at first, but he used the facial expressions being given to him and nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine," he responded in English.
"Pay attention. I'd hate for your grade to drop because you're day dreaming," Mr. Kim went back to Korean.
Jung nodded and started to focus on the board. He glanced to the side and saw Tae staring at him, a smug smile on his face.
The younger gave him a look saying shut up.
He looked forward and was met with Jimin's eye smile, which he truthfully didn't mind seeing.

That evening, Tae Hyung was going home with Jung Kook. It was Friday and every week the three of them went to one another's houses. Jimin had chores to finish today though, so he'd be over later.
"Do you want to stop and get a snack, hyung?," Kookie, as he had been deemed, looked up from the letters in his hands.
"Did this person seriously never leave any clues as to who they were?," Tae peered over his shoulder, getting glimpses of the signatures.
"Not that I've found," Jung sighed, "I just wish they'd tell me. Things in the newer letters have gotten really dark and depressing. I'm worried about them, especially because they say they're a friend of mine."
"Then you should know who it is!," Tae joked, "I mean, c'mon, there's three of us, whom you're around every day, so it has to be Mr. Kim."
"What!"?! No!," Jung shook his head, "If he's gay, he likes the nurse. And you know Kim Seok Jin is gay because what straight male wants to be a school nurse for the rest of their life?"
"No, think about it," he pointed to one of the lines in the letter Jung got today, "What we have isn't much. I know you guys talk, but he isn't me or Jimin."
After some thinking Kookie sighed, "Aish, why'd you have to say that?! You just made the search harder."
"I just solved your mystery, thank me," Tae said sarcastically.
"Thank you Tae Hyung Kim," Jung spoke English as he put the letters into his backpack.
"I hate that class; don't bring it up," Tae looked away from him and shook his head.
Jung laughed at this and it made the elder smile, which was rare nowadays.
The rest of their walk to Kookie's house was filled with nonsense about the their interests and what they'd watched lately.