jungkook had woken up from the deep slumber, three days after the "date."
he had lost all appetite, and continued to look out the casement windows and sigh.
what he was feeling was absolutely nothing compared to what the older boy must have felt when he got stood up, the younger thought.
a small tear escaped his eye as he thought about the petite male, sipping his coffee. his heart ached remembering his plump lips. it felt like air was being sucked out if his chest as he thought about the glowing skin, his eyes, and every intricate detail about the boy.
"jungkook~ah, are you okay?"
his aunt asked, worry laced in her voice as she stood beside him.
jungkook slowly nodded, giving her a small smile which she happily returned.
"i got you the mails you asked for."
his eyes teared up with the mere mention of 'mails'.
he teared them open, and broke down as soon as he read the first word.
"kook, why are you crying, what happened, baby?"
his aunt embraced him, as he cried like an infant.
she rubbed his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear, rocking his body gently.
after explaining the whole situation, his aunt broke into a small smile.
"what does your heart want, jungkook?"
this question left him puzzled.
what did his heart want?
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letters to the unknown
FanfictionA JIKOOK FANFIC. (completed) SHORT CHAPTERS jungkook writes letters to the unknown, wondering who it has reached, have they read it or not. many such thoughts flood his mind before a letter arrives. a response. will the reply help jeon? will these...
