A Love Letter ⭐Yoonkook⭐

Letter 95

Dear Yoongi,

My parents forced me to go to school today. I pretty much just slipped on the biggest clothes I owned and didn't even style my hair at all either.

When I was at school I heard people whispering about us.

You are now known as the boy who fell into depression because of your cancer.

I am now known as the heartbroken boy who fell in love with a boy that had taken his own life.

Everyone gave me looks of pity as I walked down the hallway. I hated it, Yoongi.

Eventually as I passed a classroom, I heard my name being called out. I looked over my shoulder to see the art teacher walking towards me.

"You're Jeon Jungkook, right?" I nodded my head to her. She smiled sadly at me.

"Come with me for a moment." I had followed her through the hallway and to her classroom. It surprised me to find it empty.

She then stopped and turned to me.

"I understand how you feel. Just last year, my husband passed away due to cancer. I dealt with my grieving in the form of painting. I had painted pictures of him from every angle that I could because I was afraid of forgetting about him. I had Yoongi in my class as a student. He wasn't the best at drawing or anything related to this style of art but, he was probably one of my favorite students I ever had. He had told me about you all the time. So when I found out he had passed, and why he passed, I thought about you. I thought about how you would be feeling. So, I made you this."

She had walked over behind her desk and pulled out a painting. It was of you, Yoongs. And she had got every detail right.

She handed it to me and said I could keep it. I hugged and thanked her as tears rolled down my cheeks.

At lunch, I skipped the rest of the day. I ran home as fast as I could while desperately grasping the painting of you. I had practically teleported to my room and slammed the door behind me. I looked down to the painting of you for a moment before walking over to my bed and laying it down as gently as I could.

I glanced around my room before looking at my dresser. It is positioned right at the foot of my bed. I walked down to it and put my hands together in the middle before shoving everything off to the sides, I listened as stuffed crashed down to the ground along with the small sound of glass shattering. I then walked back over to my bed and picked up the painting of you.

I brought it over and sat it on my now empty dresser. I pulled open the top drawer and pulled out the candles I had out when we had sex for the first time. I spaced them out around your painting and then grabbed the fairy lights from the same drawer. I strung them up around the painting and candles before plugging them in.

I had closed my curtains so my room was only lit up from the fairy lights. I walked over and slowly lit the candles, letting the aurora of them fill my senses.

I stepped back and admired the personal memorial I had made for you.

I laid down in bed and stared at your painting for a while. I had eventually cried myself to sleep.

~Kookie