letters to the unknown

4.

when Jungkook had gotten jm's letter, he was very ecstatic.

he ripped open the purple fragrant letter, not being able to wait any more.

as his eyes took in the beautiful words written in cursive, his lips turned upwards and soon enough his bunny smile was evident.

it seemed adorable how she called her barista, 'mr. barista', about how she was worried about sounding witless.

the grin never left jungkook's face.

even while penning down his response, a small smile was still plastered on his face.

he finished the letter, but to his dismay, he had run out of his gray envelopes.

he walked to the nearest store, but he collided with another individual, causing the latter to slip.

thanks to Jungkook's quick reflexes, he managed to catch the stranger in time.

his big doe eyes stared into the new,  bright light brown pools as the stranger got up from his hold.

he thanked him, and walked away, leaving Jungkook dumbfounded.

that male was beautiful, his mind thought.

don't get him wrong, Jungkook isn't gay, not that it's wrong to be, but he doesn't swing that way.

he shook the thoughts out, and proceeded to buy the envelopes.

he was appalled at the fact that the shop had run out of the grey ones.

white seemed too formal, a contrast from the relationship of him and jm.

he decided against black, not wanting to bring down jm's mood.

the best one he could find was a light blue, so he grunted but bought the pretty envelopes nevertheless.

as he was about to exit, he saw some paintbrushes, which immediately made him think of jm.

oh, how beautiful she must look with her hair tied up, a messy apron splashed with a multitude of shades, as she paints her heart out.

he even imagined him to wrap his arms around her, as she delineates her thoughts onto the canvas, smiling at the feeling of love and warmth.

his train of thoughts was broken by the chime of the door, indicating that someone had come in.

he went home that day, thinking of his beloved.