(Un)Happily Ever After {BTSxReader}

6. Letters

"What are you doing in here?!" You recognize the panicked voice as Eleanor's

"Ah! Shit!" You scream out of fright, her face morphing into one of surprise.

You're shocked. Eleanor knows about this room?

"What are you doing in here, Eleanor?"

"N-Nothing... You're not supposed to be in here."

"What? What is this place?"

     "I can't say, we must go..." she grabs you hand and pulls you onto your feet, but not before fixing up the box of letters and anything else you touched.

     "Are you kidding me? How could you not tell me about this?"

She doesn't answer, just takes you upstairs and locks the cellar door behind her as you both exit.

     You're upset. They lied to you again. And they say they love you? You don't hurt someone the way they hurt you if you love someone. But no. They lied over and over again, when they were and weren't with you, about loving you and not. They cheated and broke your heart, manipulated you too. And they think it's that easy? Write a few letters and everything's fixed?

     You walk back into the ballroom alongside Eleanor, who you're not sure you can trust anymore, and sit on your throne, which is placed between the seven others that belong to your ex-husbands.

     Everyone sits at their circular assigned tables, chatting away, not realizing you've been gone this whole time.

     "And now," an announcer begins loudly, gathering everyone's attention, "her royal highness will now choose a suitor to waltz with."

     You look around the crowd at all the masked faces, all hopeful under their disguises. There's some you've danced with, some you've chatted with, and some who are still unknown to you.

     As you're handed a microphone, you decide. "I would like to dance with my best friend, Choi Jaerin, instead of a potential suitor. Please forgive me." The violins pick up into a classic waltz, one your very familiar with, and you walk onto the cleared dance floor. Jaerin stands and waits for you, arms open and ready to take the part of the male. You approach as the way the dance requires, and begin to waltz to the music.

     Jaerin senses you're mood shift and leans in, whispering, "what happened, Y/N? You okay?"

     "Just dance with me, okay?" Your voice wobbles as you whisper back, but you decide to ignore it and lay your head on her shoulder, continuing to slow dance to the music....

     The night finally ended around 2:00 a.m., the time now 2:30.

     Throughout the gala, you talked to people you both knew and didn't, faking smiles and pretending to be okay when so many things were weighing on you.

     Sitting on your thrown, Jaerin, Wonpil, Mark, and Johnny approach you, worried looks on their faces.

     "We all noticed your drastic mood flip. What happened?"

     "I have to show you for you to understand, but I don't have to the key to. Will you help me?" They all nod reluctantly.

If the guys put the letters there, they must all have a key, right?

"Okay, so what we need to do is- well, what you guys need to do is distract Jungkook. He's probably in the gym, being the muscle pig he is, and I'll go to his room and grab a set of keys that I need. Ready? Go!" You and your friends scatter, the four of them heading to the gym, you to the third story, which honestly took forever. As you near the door to Jungkook's room, you receive a text.

john jun suh💓🙄
um... i don't know how
to tell you this, but...
they're all in here, wearing
gold suits and matching masks.

Your blood boils when you read this. So they were there. Another lie. Rushing into Jungkook's room, you rifle through his desk drawers, finding dumb things and papers, and more letters. But no key.

Next you go through his dresser, cringing when you go through his underwear drawer. Though, when you get to his t-short drawer, you can't help but feel warm inside as his comforting smell drifts through the room. You have fond memories of early in the marriage, when he'd hold you close and you could easily smell his cologne and natural scent. You get emotional but try to keep your head on straight. Bad bitches don't cry.

"If i were a ley, where would I be..."

Just then, your phone dings, alerting you when another sound follows.

wonpil🥺❤️
good news, terrible news.
we think we found the key
...

You cheer internally at the good news.

wonpil🥺❤️
its around their necks.
they each have matching
key necklaces.

Not good.

mark lee😻🤝
I'M GOING IN

Theres a huge ruckus downstairs, and the fact that you can hear it is bad. "Y/N! Hurry!" It's faint, but you can hear Jaerin shout for you.

You slip of your heels and run down the stairs, forgetting them outside Jungkook's door.

Once you arrive on ground level, you run towards the gym and find Johnny, Wonpil, and Mark barricading the door with their bodies. There's loud shouting coming from behind the door, and every second there's something being rammed into it. "Mark ran in and took the key! They were talking about letters to you? But yeah, Mark yanked the key from around Yoongi's neck, and they almost started fighting immediately, but Mark was faster. It was so funny, you should've been here." Johnny recaps as Mark hands you the steel key.

The door and movement still, then there's yelling. "3! 2! 1!"

They're about to try and ram it down, probably with a barbell. "Let's go while we still have the chance," you whisper. You begin to run, your large ball gown flowing behind you, much like how Cinderella's did when she fled the ball. You run down the hall, Jaerin following a step behind. The three boys run along too, and in seconds, the door is thrown open and seven men are piling onto the floor, tripping over each other. It gives you a greater chance to run, and soon you reach the cellar door, unlocking it and throwing it open. The four other run in as your seven exes get up and sprint towards you, but your quick to run into the cellar and lock the door behind you, quickly latching the wooden security beam to ensure they can't get in for awhile. Again, there's pounding on the door, but you ignore it, panting as you venture down the stairs to where your friends stand, panting too.

"Jeez, they're persistent," Mark coughs, watching as you gain your composure and throw open one of two doors.

All your stuff sits in the same place, including the box of letters. "W-What?" Wonpil stutters out, gawking at your possessions. "They said they threw everything away I thought?"

"I thought so, too." You go to the same corner where the sacred box sits, grabbing it and tossing it towards them with all the strength you have left.

"Read through these and you'll understand why I was upset."

The pounding on the door upstairs is unrelenting, but your friends continue to read the letters anyways, and once they've each read a few, they look at you with utter pity.

"What're you gonna do?" Jaerin asks, setting her little pile back in the box.

"Over the years, I made a rule for myself. I will never forgive and forget. And so, if that means I have to keep a grudge, I will, but if I want to protect my heart, I actually need to protect it and not let anyone who hurt it get the chance to do it again."

Just then, the sound of a wood cracking is ringing in your ears, and for once, you're not scared of what's to come.
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not thE GULAG, NO!!

~kam