Dear Funeral (Jung Hoseok FF)

Chapter 1

JHope's POV

BigHit Entertainment

2:30 p.m (kst)

"Guys! Today is our day off! Yuhoo!" I said while jumping up and down. The others hollered while the maknae line jumped as well. Since we've done  our world tour, PD-nim decided to give us a break. *LesingsFXXTIT* era moreugetda I Love y'all~

"I wanna go to the beach!" Jungkook said while V nodded in agreement.

"Finally! I can go shopping! I wanna buy pink utensils! Namjoon-ah, which one is cute?"Jin hyung asked while letting Namjoon hyung to see those girly untensils online. Namjoon hyung looks trapped. Poor hyung :P

"Aissh. Could you please shut the fuck up? You're ruining my 20 hours of sleep!"the turtle, i mean the swag Suga hyung groggily said. Well, he is still lazy though. 

"Hyung~ Common! You needed to be productive! We have our break now!"Jimin playfully said to an already awakened Suga hyung who looks like he is about to murder Jimin. I smiled, well this is a typical day at Bangtan's Dorm. Nothing new. 

Our crazy world was interrupted when the door suddenly opened revealing Manager hyung and the other staffs who carried plastic bags.

"So, before you decided to go out of town, PD-nim wanted you to take this letters. It's up to you on what do you want to do with it. Ciao!" he said while leaving the bags on the floor then he, together with the staffs, abruptly leaves. How rude.

I cheerfully take the plastic bag that has my name labeled at the front. Wow, a lot of fan letters! Since I've got nothing to do , better entertain myself by reading this. I take a red paper with too many hearts in it. I cringed. Too girly but oh well, they're from our armies <3

Hi Hobi oppa!

Saranghaeyo! Continue to slay with your awesome dance moves!

Ps. You look like a unicorn ! :P

Love,

Tiffany Hwang

(blk, dongdaenum street lot 54, seoul, korea)

I laughed when I saw that she really wrote her address at the bottom. Well what do I expect? Some of them even put their pictures inside but for us, we appreciate the letters since it always cheer us up whenever we feel down. I saw the other members doing the same thing. Since most of the letters that I've read are encouraging letters, I was about to put them back at the plastic again when a scratch paper falls down at my feet.  At first I thought that it was manager hyungs trash, but I was surprised when I saw that it was a letter too. 

Dear Funeral, 

How to be normal?Wrong question. It's how to feel normal? To be honest, I;m a human being; with a completed body parts, functioning systems that helps me do my daily tasks everyday. I don't have any abnormalities in me yet I DON'T FEEL NORMAL. How can you call someone normal when even walking outside I keep my head bowed down? Whenever they looked at me, I always wander my eyes at different direction while I kept having this thoughts in my mind:

-Maybe you're ugly.

-Maybe you're too plain and dull.

-Maybe you wore the clothes in the dumpsters.

-Maybe you just look so grotesque.

Am I a pessimist?

Yeah, Searching confidence in me is like finding wings in my back. That's non-existent.

I envy those people who can walk confidently outside the safety or their own house. If you're thinking that our house is my safe zone, then you're wrong. I don;t know If I should call that house a home. It's worst than a dungeon. If I have someone who can lend me some space at their home, I will gladly accept it in a heartbeat even if it means I'm staying at their attic. But too bad I don't have a choice aside from staying at this hellhole. MAYBE DEATH IS THE ONLY WAY. If you accidentally read this worthless letter then you may throw it at the trashcan, where it rightfully belong.

Soon to be Deceased.

Sincerely Yours,

I gasped after reading the contents of the letter, my mouth agape. H-how? What does this letter means? It's not a fan letter...... it's more of a suicide letter and it worries the hell out of me. Who's the sender? What happened to him/her that results to this? I found myself placing the letter at my personal bag while the others remains at the plastic bag. I feel intrigued by the sender. Who are you? A boy or a girl?