𝓨𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓼 | 𝘑𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬 |

"Then what do you want? Please tell me what satisfies you since this-", I rambled.

"Is it?" Jungkook retorted back, his voice rising. "You deal with your feelings by shutting me out? Writing love letters to me and then keeping them hidden? Making me worry day in and day out because I don't know what's going on with you? Is that how you deal with your feelings?"

"It's not like that ok! I don't write love letters and I deal with feelings perfectly fine. So stop assuming things and making this into something it isn't!", I yelled.

He opened my book, looking straight into my eyes, anger boring in his.
He quickly flipped through the pages, his eyes skimming over the first lines of each page. He read every line at the top of each page. Aloud. Every single fucking line.

"I dream of you every night and every day..." "I dream of your voice..." "I yearn to hold your hand..." he looked up at me.

"These are all love letters," he said, his voice low and steady.