Dear Taehyung,

In a sec you’ll hear a thunk at your front door. It’ll rattle the hinges a bit when it lands, because it’s so weighty and important, and Taeyeon will look up from whatever she’s cooking. She will look down in her saucepan, worried that if she goes to see what it is, it’ll boil over. But she’ll go, she’ll go and see. You won’t, Taehyung. You wouldn’t. You’re upstairs probably, sweaty and alone. You should be taking a shower, but you’re heartbroken on the bed, I hope, so it’s your sister, Taeyeon, who will open the door even though the thunk’s for you. You won’t even know or hear what’s being dumped at your door.

It’s a beautiful day, sunny and whatnot. The sort of day when you think everything will be alright. But it’s December now, and the sky is bright, and it’s clear to Jungkook. He’s going to tell Taehyung why they broke up. He’s writing in this letter, the whole truth of why it happened. And the truth is that Jungkook goddamn loved Taehyung so much.