Dear Kibum,

Where do I even begin? I suppose with the card you sent me so crudely in the mail. Why was I to find out about this on your damn wedding invitation? Am I not worth enough for your personal word? How could you not think to tell me? I thought we were the true lovers. You've probably already let him take your ity, and I'm okay with that, but marriage? He can't take you away from me like that. I'm supposed to be your husband. I'm the one you're supposed to walk down the aisle to. is often a mistake, but marriage is a sacred bond. How can you be serious? How could I have let this delusion you're trapped in go so far? Now I MUST take action. Do not try to stop me, because nothing can now.

I bought a gun today. Even though I'm not too sure how to use it, I'll learn soon enough. I told another little tale, this time to Jinki. I told him about my sudden deep interest in collecting guns, appealing to him since I know he happens to be quite the collector himself. After listening to him drone on and on about hunting trips he had taken with his dad in his youth, and how that sparked his love for guns, he finally offered to take me to the shooting range regularly to teach me how to shoot.

We've already gone once together, and this tale has become a reality as well. I find I quite enjoy the feel of the cold steel in my palm. It pairs well with the coldness of the tundra you've brought about inside my heart. As I squeeze the trigger, the little jolt of the kickback excites me. It makes me feel so alive after being dead for so long. Soon I'll master my aim, and then I will be unstoppable. Ever since I discovered such a rush I realized just how right for me it is. Maybe I'll take up hunting as well, because my hand thirsts for blood, begging to be drenched in it. The more wicked the blood the better. Perhaps I should feed it the wickedness that lives inside your house. The wickedness that preys on you and tears you apart bit by bit after numbing you to its torture. Yes, it must be I who frees you from its grasp.

Do not worry for me. I am the valiant knight who shall slay the demon lurking within your heart, and in the end he always gets the fair maiden. I'll be the one to sweep you off your feet and ride off with you into paradise after our vows have been put out for the world to know. Come, be ready to run away with me soon. I'll steal you away from your entrapment, and we'll be off to that exotic dream I told you of. We can do it on the day of your supposed wedding too. Oh how wonderful it will be to see the look of scorn upon Minho's face as I whisk away whom he thought was his new husband to be, face forever stuck that way in eternal torment until it rots away. I can picture it almost perfectly now. I'd love to get a picture of it and keep it around our house as a gag to look back on and jokingly reminisce about one day. Just one month until the wedding. This'll be the last time I sit around waiting. I have grown so weary in mind and heart waiting. The clock is ticking now for Minho. What will his fate be when the clock strikes objection? We'll see in time...

Love,

Jonghyun