Dear Yoongi,
It was past three in the afternoon when I decided to come out of my room and prepare myself something to eat.
As I was eating, I caught a glimpse of a small light coming from the gap of the thick maroon curtains. Since I've lived alone in this huge house, I have never tried to open them.
I lost count of how many times I missed the breathtaking views of sunrises and sunsets. When I was still working, obviously I've seen the broad daylight, but I already quit my job almost two months ago.
I just stay home, in my room specifically, and read books. Some days, I would sleep on the couch if I'm tired watching my room's ceilings.
If I feel a bit happy, I linger on the kitchen, experimenting ingredients, and I'd play a good music while I eat the food I cooked.
I cannot remember when was the last time I became so genuinely happy.
When I'm ready, I'm going to open the curtains to witness the life outside once again.
Today, I'm feeling under the weather so I spent the rest of the day curled in a ball in my room.
I didn't cry, but somehow I can say that my heart was.
My heart ached for the emptiness I've been feeling for quite some time now.
Yoongi, tomorrow will be better.
Thanks for existing. I love you.
love,
your nameless fan girl

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Dear Yoongi [Completed]
Short StorySeries of letters of agonies of a fan girl for his beloved idol. She finds peace in writing her thoughts down and she thought it would be better if it's addressed to someone she adores. She poured her feelings writing letters though she already know...