letters to the unknown

1.

jungkook groaned and got up, his tired looking eyes being a dead give away that he didn't get much sleep last night.

he made his way towards the kitchen, setting the milk down on the table which he got from the fridge.

he looked at his door, debating with himself whether he should go check his mail or not.

it had been four days since he had sent the second letter.

what if the stranger whom he was wrongly depending upon, got annoyed of the letters and threw them out?

or worse, complained to the police?

he signed, keeping his now empty bowl in the sink and going into his study to complete his assignments.

the 11 year old Jungkook would be ecstatic due to the weather outside. he would go out and play and laugh with his friends.

but the 20 year old Jungkook was different.

maybe, just maybe, he would still be the same, if only his life hadn't been written by melpomene, the goddess of tragedies, herself.

he took out his notebooks and began working, but it was as if his hands had a mind of their own and continued working, while his own was constantly drifting to the letter.

he couldn't stop thinking about it.

he shut the notebooks, and stomped his way towards his main door.

sighing, he opened the door, stepping out of the house and walking towards the mailbox.

his feet halted a few steps ahead of the mailbox as he was still a bit nervous to open it.

squeezing his eyes shut, he swung the door of the mailbox open.

he slowly opened his eyes, and they soon turned into big saucers.

there was a purple cover sitting with a few bills and pamphlets.

he didn't even bother to take out the other letters, he just took the fragrant purple one and rushed into his dull abode.

he sat down and slowly opened the cover which had been glued shut, cursing himself when it tore a little.

he would be okay with the fact if the letter was filled with insults and curses.

he would be happy even if the letter was empty.

atleast he had gotten a response.

finally, a response.