Dear No One | Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 3

A/N: this is pretty random but my favourite character in my own works is aoi or something. but i'm pretty sure you'll like seolhee.. i hope.

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September 4, 12:02 am.

jeon jungkook.

I flipped the heavy white rock I'm holding on my palm. My eyes widened at what I just. There were words written on the rock. What? Where did this come from? Did this come from heaven or something? Did God bless me with a personalized letter? Or is there something supernatural going on and a random spell written on a rock just came from nowhere?

I slightly shook my head at the paranoid thoughts coming back again.

I then skimmed past through the passage engraved on object. The handwriting was neat and tiny and there were so many words written on it. It feels like some words where smudged too.

What surprised me is that there was real Korean sentences written on it that were actually meaningful. So it wasn't just a random spell or something from God, somebody crazy probably threw a rock that surprisingly landed on my house's roof. I started to read it properly.

Dear No One,

I was betrayed by my best friend and I was beaten up by mom today. Nothing new. First, mom never really loved me anyway. I could still feel her palm against my cheek from earlier and her hands on my hair. That was the hardest slap she has ever given me. Shit really does happen, right? Also, my best friend left me for someone who hates me for the fifth time ever, and no matter how much she hurts me I always forgave her except for now. I just couldn't, all I did was pick up a fight again like I always do. I'm so cruel. I need some help.

- SH

I was a little surprised at the words written on the rock right after I read it since it was was uncalled for. But it did give me a good laugh. How did those words fit in there?

I mean, it obviously came from someone with no life who wanted to get someone's attention and wrote a sob story about this day so that I'll feel compassionate towards him/her.

But guess what, I won't fall for it.

Maybe it's about time people should stop seeking attention like that. It's too pathetic.

I rolled my eyes and flipped the rock again. I got my permanent marker from the table outside my house. I don't know, I just felt like replying to it in a humorous way. It then took me a while of thinking about what to write as a response.

"My name is No One, your senpai. And I'm finally noticing you."

I let out a small laugh as I gripped on the rock hard, taking it with me on the way upstairs. I then lead myself to my own room, closing its door behind me as I enter. I opened the large glass windows that leads to my own balcony and stepped outside, feeling the cold night's air brushing past my face.

I looked at the rock again, still laughing at the pretty clever response I wrote on it.

I really can't wait to show this to the weirdo who wrote this.

But the thing is I don't know who threw it and where did it come from.

How could I give it when I don't know anything about who threw it?

I heaved a sigh of disappointment at the thought. If only I knew who threw and wrote this, that person would've seen my response. Oh wait, who knows? I might get a clue.

I looked back at the two English letters written at the end of the message. SH was written on it. My first guess was that these letters were the starting letters of the syllables of their first name. Could it be?

It could be anyone and any gender, but the handwriting is pretty feminine.

Why the hell am I overthinking?

I turned my head up to look around me and saw a small figure at a distance which seems like that of a person. I turned curious for a split second and squinted my eyes a little to get a clearer view of the figure and realised that the person had long hair.

It's probably a girl but I really couldn't see who it was. it may be a guy with long, majestic hair, you know.

I watched closely as she immediately stood up, reaching for an object beside her and threw it to the sea. She continued throwing those objects— which I assume were rocks and threw them with more and more force, each of them getting further than the last one. She didn't stop right away.

A random thought appeared in my mind.

Why is she throwing rocks? Is she going crazy?

Could she be the one who threw this rock at me?

I suddenly became guilty at my first judgement about her.

(a/n: note that jungkook and seolhee aren't as far as you think they are from each other :3)

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September 4, 11:52 am

I woke up late today because it's finally Saturday. It's been a long week and I'm glad the weekdays are over for this week. The mysterious girl from yesterday never left my mind either, she's just too weird. She made me sleep late worrying at 1am if she needs a mental checkup at the doctor's or not.

Questions were filling my head as I walked around the beach nearby just before afternoon starts. It disturbs me how my feet sink in the sand but I try to focus on my thoughts as much as possible.

The rock is lying on my hand and I held on it tight as I laid my eyes on the hill again. Of course, she wasn't there. I wasn't expecting her to be there, though.

Who is she?

How about if she was the girl who threw it?

How about if she wasn't?

A sudden thought appeared on my mind which made me walk up the hill. Was it really her? I don't know her name, her face, or anything about her. It was just her hair and a seemingly aggressive attitude that I caught up on yesterday night.

I then reached the top in a matter of seconds. At first I hesitated, but I bent forward and placed the rock I received yesterday on the tip of hill.

It was still there— the response I was laughing so hard at the first ten times I looked at it, but it's not that funny anymore.

There's a very big possibility that she won't see this and that it wasn't her. But I still left it in there and see how it goes.

I was about to leave the hill until I suddenly heard a female's voice from the background. It was a little faint but loud at the same time, some crying noises and misery mixed with it.

"Eomma! I'm sorry! Give me this chance please. Please don't—" I then heard a surprisingly loud thud followed by a loud cry. "Eomma! Why did you.. Eomma.." an agonizing, whimpering noise was heard.

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