My dearest Jungkook,
It's 1:34 in the morning. I'm sitting by my desk and trying to write this for the 5th time without the paper getting soaked in my tears. The news about your death came today. They still haven't told anyone how you died. I heard it from your best friend, Hoseok. He was so hurt, Jungoo.. I could see how broken he was, even if he tried to hide it the best he could. He smiled at me, a smile that didn't reach his eyes. A smile that took all of his body strength to force. Hoseok is a kindhearted, strong man. I understand why you loved him so much.
I can't describe the feeling that swallowed me alive when the words came out from Hoseok's mouth. I wanted to cry, to scream. I wanted to wake up from the living nightmare, still want to. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. It was if an invisible pair of hands wrapped itself around my throat, not allowing me to speak. I couldn't believe it, Jungoo. My best friend, my lover, my beautiful husband.. You're dead. You're not in this world anymore. You're my world, Jungkook, and you're gone. My whole world is gone. I lived for you. You were my strength, my happiness, my emotions. It's gone. My world, my strength, my happiness, my emotions, it all got ripped away from me.
I love you, and always will.
Your lover forever, Taehyung
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12th June 2018 || Taekook/Vkook
FanfictionTaehyung is writing his husband letters everyday after his terrible death. What he didn't expect was for his lover to be found again, right?
