letters | min yoongi

6.0

second person—

the blaring white noise of the television distracted you from the outside world and helped you focus on your own life and how it has changed drastically over the past month.

a sense of calmness washed over you knowing that he was finally gone.

but every time the image of your new boyfriend laying lifeless on the bed with a slash over his neck left you distraught.

after learning about who the psycho actually was, it surprised you to say the least.

who would've known it was the quietest boy in your class.

who would've known it was the boy who was so kind towards others and especially you.

who would've known it was the boy who secretly loved you.

you always knew there was something off about him but you just decided to ignore it.

each of those letters he sent you left you without sleep for days on end.

all of those hot chocolates actually did warm your heart.

you would be lying if you said it didn't bother just a bit when the court declared to sentence him to death.

the look he gave you as you watched him through the glass window was heartbreaking.

he had no friends nor family left to watch him take his last breath in this facility.

so there you were, the only one in the audience to witness this scene. when the officers locked him onto the chair, a sudden hint of fear was evident in his eyes as he looked into your own as if begging for your help.

the question on why exactly were you here watching him as his life slips away will utterly confuse you to the end of time.

maybe it was to watch him die just like all the other loved ones he has killed.

or maybe it was too out of love.

the moment came when the machines were powered on and were slowly but surly draining every inch of his life.

without you noticing, a tear suddenly escaped your eye which brought you back to reality where you were still sitting on your couch listening to nothing but the white noise in the background.

you wiped your tear that has left a trail of wetness all the way past your jawline and took a deep breath to hopefully collect yourself before even more depressing thoughts invade your mind.

you looked at the digital clock that was propped right above the television.

12:00am.

the loneliness of celebrating new years by yourself took a toll on your emotional state.

to somehow ease the pain that has made your chest feel heavy, you advanced to the window for the scenery to somehow distract you.

the snow that was weighing down all the branches on the trees and how all of the cars were covered in snow made you finally realize what you should be grateful for.

that you're alive and breathing to witness this.

the sudden noise of a door knock made you shift all of your attention to it.

at first, you were unsure about even opening the door but the thought in the back of your head saying 'what if someone hasn't forgotten me and is here to celebrate new years with me' was what quenched your curiosity.

you steadily advanced to the door, without giving a second thought of looking through the peep-hole, your slender fingers grasped onto the cold–steal–doorknob, and pulled.

what surprised you the most was that there was nobody there.

but at the same time disappointment flooded your emotions.

before you could shut the door, you noticed a box on the 'welcome' rug on the step.

it wasn't a big box, but it was big enough to know that something a size of a piggy bank could fit into it.

the cold air rushed into the house and hit your face as you opened the glass portion of the door.

the thought of bringing a jacket didn't occur until after you've initially frozen off your skin cells.

you nonetheless bent down and picked up the box which when you actually lifted it up, you could see there was a note on it.

it read~

december 31, 1989

hello my beloved.

i have missed you for the few hours i've been gone.

my apologies, i had a

delay.

i bet you can guess what that delay was, saying you were there watching through your very own eyes as every last bit of my life was ripped away from me.

i'll be lying if i said i wasn't hurt when you didn't falter at all as you saw me begging you with my eyes, asking for forgiveness.

but then i realized.

it should be the other way around, should it not?

you should be the one asking for forgiveness.

once i evaluated the reasons why, i came to the conclusion that you've broken me.

the very first time i realized that you would be important to me was when in high school you would always smile and answer any questions anybody had to ask you, if it were a student or a teacher you would always help in whichever way you could. that was what made me fall in love with you and the understanding that you will never feel the same way hit me harder than expected.

with my blunt confession to you later on, you still had the audacity to break my rules and date behind my back?

i thought you were smarter than that.

then you trashed my letters that i pored my heart into writing those for you and you just throw them away?

oh! and what about the time i caught you planning against me?

i thought you loved me.

you can't forget about the time where you slept with my brother of all people which i thought i killed! so, for remembrance, i gave you a little special christmas gift in the box that i'm sure you will love.

my apologies for the late present, my love.

i hope this list helped you remember who the real killer is here.

you.

i'll see you next year sweetie.

here's a heart to keep you contempt.

~yoongi

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