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Thursday; December 13, 12:00AM Kim Residence
Taehyung's P.O.V
I remembered everything he did. The way he wrote was so beautiful; the letters looped together and intertwined.
I was so infatuated with his letter that I kicked the others out so I can focus on this one parchment. I felt creeped out with myself, hesitating to even pick up the pink paper.
It felt wrong, being as insane for him as he was for me. I hated how he changed me, he made me crazy; I didn't like it. I knew that this wasn't the same me I was a few days ago.
I remember being reluctant and refusing to even glance at the older boy. But now... I'm not so sure. My emotions are so bunched and frenzied that I don't know what to feel.
My mind went straight to idea; what if he and his family drugged me? I didn't know what they had done to Jimin and I the first few hours we were there.
I didn't even get to comprehend what he wrote because of my many distractions. Shaking my ideas away, I pluck the paper from the ground and scrutinized.
Hey TaeTae,
I know it wasn't your fault they snatched you.
If I were you, I'd kill that slut for taking you away from me. You can slice her up and bury her under the ground; just a tip if you ever think about doing such a naughty act.
Don't worry about daddy. I'll come and get you when you're ready to runaway with me. I always know where you are, remember?
Let's talk like this for a while, keep sending Jungkookie messages over letters like these, I like knowing you only do this with me. You know where to mail them.
Sincerely, Your runaway lover.
P.S: My knee still hurts :(
... I never noticed the few red blotches at the bottom, later assuming they were either kiss marks or blood drops.
My finger rubbed through the words as I stared at the ending. "Runaway lover..." I thought. My mind structured a storyline for such a plot. The skin on my face began to tingle and warm at the idea of a romantic framework between us.
I push the letter closer to my chest and smile. "We'd be such a Romeo and Juliet story. Except the love at first sight." I giggled.
I promised myself to write Jungkook a letter back. My slim fingers twirling the pen around. "I'll... do it later." I mumble, taking the letter and slumping into my sturdy bed.
The lights shut off, as I try to ignore the muffled chaos outside in the living room.
Creepily, I chose to play with Jungkook's paper until I fell asleep, my hands moving on their own.
"Sorry everyone... I fell in love with a maniac, " I mumbled, my eyes slowly coming to a close. I never took note of what I was saying; my mind was already sleeping.
It was like my mouth spoke on my own; I couldn't control on body now.
"I'm really sorry everyone, I may have became a maniac myself."
