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Dear Aubree,

20 days left.
We hanged out a lot now. We went on dates, seen movies, went to different places.
It was 8:54 PM. You called me, crying.
"S-Seokjin..."
"Aubree?! Are you okay?"
"Come over... please..."
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"Aubree! I'm here," I knock on your front door.
You open it, your eyes bloodshot. You had a tissue in your hand.
"Jin," you whisper, and step away from the door a little, signaling me to go inside.
As soon as I stepped into your house, you collapse into my arms, hugging me.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked you, hugging you back.
You just cried harder.
"Hey... it's okay... I'm here, Bree. You'll be okay. I love you, I'm he–"
I froze.
"I love you". What the hell's wrong with you, Seokjin?
You hugged me tighter. You started to calm down.
You mumbled something inaudible.
"W-What?" I ask shakily. I was embarrased.
"I love you too."
I sigh in relief and planted a kiss on your head.
I didn't tell you how happy I was in that moment.
"So... he drunk-texted me," you mumble, scrolling your phone to show me the conversation.

Him: ypu're a butcj
Aubree: what?
Him: you're a bitch
Him: fuxk you go to hell
Him: i never loved you
Him: die

I put down the phone. I couldn't bear to see more texts. There were more... about 25.
"I hate him. It's not my fault that he cheated on me," you roll your eyes, sniffling.
"Agreed," I put my arm around your shoulder.
"Thank you for being here for me, Jin," you smile.
I say nothing. I rest my head on yours.
20 days left...

Love,
Kim Seokjin

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