(All words were barely legible scrawls written in a very frantic manner. The paper seemed to have been heavily stained with tears, crumpled, unfolded, and crumpled again numerous times as if out of frustration.)

Dear Kibum,

 I waited many weeks for you to respond, but I suppose you never will. Your shoulder turned to me is so cold that ice encases my heart. I breathe frost now when I speak, so I stopped speaking altogether to anyone. I don't wish to pierce anymore innocents with the icicles of speech my daggers have advanced to. I've given up waiting for a response, but I'll still wait for you. I know that you'll love me in time. In time we'll be together. In time we'll be happy, together. In time we'll have everything we dreamed of. All in time... Because time is everything. Patience is what will deliver you to me. Yes, all I must do is wait. Just wait patiently. Patiently.... In time... Yes, I'll wait forever for you Kibum. 

Time, it's such an odd thing. We use if to give numbers so much more power than it should have. Numbers are just drawings that we've come to sequence, but time runs our whole lives. It determines when we eat, when we sleep, how long until we meet next, how long we've got left to live. Nothing should have such power over us. I won't wait a minute, a day, a year, or an eternity for you. I'll just simply wait. I don't want to be anxiously watching as the clock ticks away each day only to be disappointed when you don't show. Although, it is a bit useful to keep track of where I can find you during the day.

At 6 AM, you wake up every morning to go for a walk with your dog. You wear tight sports wear that makes my morning to see every morning, because to see your body in such clear definition is a blessing to me. Sometimes I've thought about going on morning walks too, so that I can "accidentally" bump into you, but as with anything involving you, I chicken out. I can hardly really leave my house anyways. Here is where I'm most comfortable.

At 9 AM, you head to your job. I'm not too sure where you work, since I still haven't talked to you much in person. Whatever it is, you must be passionate about it, because you always drive off with a smile on your face as if nothing could ruin your perfect day. I love how cheery you always are. It makes me want to become cheerier, but I'm sure you'll probably have to teach me how.

At 6 PM, you return home, and I get as excited as a newborn puppy to see you pull up in your driveway. You typically change out of your work clothes into your casual wear, then start tending to your garden. That's the one time a day when I come out of my house and get my mail, so I can try and make small talk with you in passing. 

Nowadays though, at 8 PM, Minho comes over. All I've seen the two of you do is make out passionately in front of your window. Not once have I just seen you two talking, cuddling, laughing, or even being romantic with each other. Instead, you let him all over you, and he smirks like he knows he owns you. I've seen him hit you a couple times across the face and on the too, but not that hard. I'm sure it's just buildup for one day when he'll really be rough with you. That's not how you should be treated. A beautiful and perfect body such as yours should be treated as a gift to be handled with the upmost care, not as dough for him to fondle aggressively. Kibum, why do you let him have his way with you? Jinki told me it's because you love him, but you need to realize he doesn't love you back. He may say that he does, but as I said before in previous letters, he is just tricking you. He won't even let you call him your boyfriend! I do hope you haven't let him take your ity as well... I'm not trying to be selfish, and want it for myself. I just don't believe Minho deserves to take such a precious thing from you. Don't let him treat you this way. If you don't stand up to him soon, I will, and I won't stop until I've drowned in his blood.

Love,

Jonghyun