You are Jungkooks old childhood friend from Busan. The last time you saw him was 2 years ago. You also haven't talked in those 2 years. You still think about him but you don't know if he does. Once he joined BTS he couldn't come home as often as he promised you. And after a few months he changed his phone number and didn't tell you about it so your friendship started fading. But one night some unknown number texted you when you wanted to go to sleep. This is going to be my second fanfiction :3 Please enjoy~ ;3

Crappy poems from a shitty poet.

volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin