The two young men sat on the sofa that held three at one point in time, the house they sat in was no longer a home - but a place of despair.
The notes that had been left to them just a little over three weeks ago still sat, unopened. They made eye contact before looking back to the letters.
"We should, uh, we should read them," Jimin says with a clasp of his hands, waiting for the younger's reaction. "God, Jimin! You think I don't know that?" Jungkook hisses, before apologizing under his breath.
"Yeah, I'll go first." Jimin sighs, picking the letter off the table, along with the letter opener that was placed right next to it. Jimin was nervous as he started to unfold the letter, very nervous, in fact.
Biting his lip, he finally starts reading the letter that had a couple ripples and bleeding ink, signaling that he had been crying while writing the letter.
Dear, Jimin,
By the time you're reading this, I'll be packed and out of your life, I have changed my number please don't try contacting me as it'll hurt more. I promise not to "bother" you and Jungkook again. If you ever bother to check the closet, you'll notice that I've returned everything you've ever lent me or gave me.
It's mostly stuffed animals and shirts, they were all lovely gifts, I'll miss them but it hurts too much to keep. Do whatever you want with them, I don't mind.
I would have done this in person, I knew that you and Jungkook would convince me not to go, doing this was the hardest thing I had to do.
I'm sorry, but this is for the best. I love you, Minnie.
Goodbye,
Hoseok
After Jimin, Jungkook hesitantly read his letter from Hoseok.
Dear, Jungkook,
It's been hard to talk with you, I guess it's my fault as well, huh? Yes, leaving is my fault, but it hurt too much to be the one always left out. It hurts so bad, but obviously, this is what you wanted. You've said it yourself, both of you have, in fact.
I understand, really, I do.
Look on top of the fridge, there's a gift for you there, from when I couldn't go out and buy you a birthday present. I don't know if you'll ever open it, it's a new leather jacket... I was saving up for it, I'm sorry that I made you believe that I didn't care or remembered your birthday.
I'm also sorry for ruining your original jacket, I hope one day you'll forgive me. I love you, Kookie.
Goodbye,
Hoseok
The two exchanged glances, each of their eyes welling up with tears. Jungkook let Jimin rest against him, he needed advice, someone to talk to.
Namjoon.
Jungkook
can we talk? in person?
Read at 1:18 pm
Namjoon is typing...
Namjoon
No.
Jungkook
what do you mean "no"
are you mad at me??
Read at 1:20 pm
Namjoon is typing...
Namjoon has stopped typing...
Namjoon is typing...
Namjoon
Yes.
Jungkook sighed, of course, Namjoon was pissed. He always liked Hoseok, both Jungkook, and Jimin knew that.
Still, they both went to Namjoon's apartment, having a feeling that Hoseok had ran off there.
"I told you no, leave." The tall male said with crossed arms, clearly pissed off. "We know he's here! We want to talk to Hoseok!"
"You're not coming near him, if you wanted to talk with him, maybe you should have paid attention to him when he needed you." He bitterly said, shaking his head.
"Needed us? What does that mean?" Jimin furrows his brows, glaring up at Namjoon. "You mean, you've never fucking noticed all the bruises and cuts he has? Ever wonder why he was home late- wait, I'll answer that question, you didn't! Now leave before I make you."
With that, Namjoon had stepped inside and closed the door, leaving the two alone outside the door.
