It was Saturday and one of the first ones in a while where I did not have work early morning. My parents were both home and I could hear the TV running as I woke up in my silent room.

I sat up in bed and moved to the edge, letting my legs dangle over it. I felt how my muscles were sore and even thought it was almost 12 pm, my head felt heavy.

Jimin had driven me home the same morning, early. After last night, I stayed overnight accidentally as I fell asleep and Jimin didn't wake me. However he had practice early morning and had to wake me up and drive me home 7 something am. As I got home, my mother had been nagging at me for not giving her a warning about where I slept sooner than midnight. Jimin had apparently texted my mother from my phone, making sure she wouldn't get worried. I appreciated that. If he hadn't, my mother would've probably killed me. Now, I'd gotten away with her nagging and luckily nothing scary.

As my mother was done, I went straight to bed and slept until now.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched my body slightly, hoping it would wake up and get a little less drowsy. As I opened my eyes again, they fell on my jacket that was on my chair. I wondered why I'd brought it to my room, so I got up and headed to our entrance.

"Finally you're up. You should be grateful I didn't tell your father anything!" My mom said as I entered the living room.

I squinted my eyes at her, mostly due to the brightness of the day that blinded me as it entered the living room, "Thank you." I mumbled, making my way towards the front door wobbly and with slow steps. My legs were drained from all energy.

As I reached the front door, I hung my jacket on the peg with a weary effort.

"Wait, where is dad?" I asked my mom, stopping in front of the door. She didn't get to answer before the front door opened and my dad walked in, "Ah you're up finally?" My dad said as his eyes fell on me.

I hummed as a reply. My eyes fell down to his hand which held a lot of papers. Within the bunch he was holding, I noticed the typical little piece of beige folded paper with my name on it.

"I emptied the letter box." My dad informed, noticing my eyes on the papers in his hand.

"That's for me." I said and grabbed it quickly, my reactions awakening immediately and a lot of energy reentering me. Whatever it said this time, I did not want my dad to read it.

I hid it behind my back and smiled at my dad, before I turned around.

"I thought it was, what is it?" My dad asked, making me halt my motions of walking away.

"Just... something from Jimin." I spoke, choosing to be honest. 

There was nothing to hide really. They had already met him and I really seemed to like Jimin. I shouldn't be hiding that from my parents.

"Ah, that guy from the grocery store?" My mom turned around on the couch, intervening in the conversation.

"Yeah." I replied simply.

"You should bring him home sometime, he seems lovely." She added.

It wasn't the first time she asked me to bring him home. She didn't even know him, but seemed to always talk about how kind, generous and funny she thought he was. Maybe she was blinded by his looks, my mother always wanted me to find a handsome man. 

I hummed, slowly starting to move and when none of my parents said more, I made my way to my room.

I almost jumped in my bed, my body filled with energy after my eyes landed on the note in my father's hand.

I pulled my legs up to my chest, hugging them and resting my chin on my knees, looking down at the paper I held against my shins. I bit my lip, thinking about what he wrote this time. It was in the letterbox again. Maybe he had slid it in there after driving me home this morning?

It made a warmth spread inside me to think about how he always left the notes when I didn't notice.

Slowly, I opened the paper, reading the first line.

Hi Peaches

I almost squealed reading it. I read it with his voice in mind. His voice when it was low, honey like, yet manly and attracting. I'd grown used to the nickname, but I still preferred when he called me his angel. Though I'd never been a fan of using weird nicknames when watching dramas, I found angel quite innocent and cute. And luckily, he didn't call me peaches in person.

I shook out of my thoughts and directed my attention to the next line.

Beware, I can do pretty bad things... remember Jaemun?
- JM

I moved my head back from resting on my knees, scrunching my eyebrows and shaking my head slightly. 

I did not just read that

I read the line over and over, reading the name again and again. 

Jaemun. How did Jimin know Jaemun? How did Jimin know my brother?

I never told Jimin the name of my brother. I hadn't said the name in months. I hadn't seen it in months. Reading it in the context it was written in, shocked me and also it pained me inside. Tears welled up in my eyes, whether they were of anger or sadness I was unsure of.

My cheeks grew hot, but not in the way they used to. I felt furious. Did Jimin know my brother? Why did he mention him, and why did this letter sound like a threat?

I didn't think much more about it before I grabbed my phone and opened messages and texted Jimin.

Me: What the fuck Jimin.

My fingers trembled as I had sent the message. I was so furious. I was so mad. I didn't know exactly by what. Had Jimin lied to me? If he knew my brother, why would he act like he didn't then?

I had trusted Jimin.

Jimin😘: What?

The message chimed in shortly after. I blinked away the tears in my eyes. 'What', was his reply?

Me: You know what Jimin. What is wrong with you!

I sent the text. I didn't know if I was more mad that he'd kept it from me that he knew my brother's name, or if it was because he mentioned my brother's name while also telling me to beware.

Jimin😘: Y/n, I have no idea of what you're talking about, are you okay?

It angered me how he acted as if he didn't know. My fingers hovered trembling over the keyboard. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to scream at him, but weirdly at the same time, I wanted to cuddle into him, making him hug me and feel better as I would feel his warmth spread to me.

I wanted to cry so badly and I wanted him to comfort me, but why did I want that right now. He'd lied to me.

Jimin😘: Tell me angel, what's wrong?

Angel, angel, angel...

Jimin called me angel. Why did he call me that when the letters said peaches? Why did he only call me that in the letters? And why did he never talk about them?

It was the first time I realized how weird it actually was. It had been going on for a while now, we'd even had sex, yet he still didn't seem to find the courage to tell me about the letters? Jimin, the arrogant and cocky guy, couldn't find the courage to tell me about letters he wrote me?

Repeating it in my head, it didn't sound right.

The Jimin I had gotten to known, would ask me how red my cheeks grew from reading them, knowing what effect he had on me and loving when I told him. He would talk about the letters, only to make me blush because he enjoyed it when I got flustered.

It just didn't sit right with me that Jimin would not talk about the letters he sent, unless, he didn't sent them?

Jimin😘: I'm getting worried, should I come?

Jimin😘: Y/n?

I looked at the messages, not finding it in myself to answer. I just spaced out at them.

That, until Jimin's name popped up on my screen with an accept and decline button.

I accepted it with low effort and put the phone to my ear.

"Y/n??" His voice sounded through the phone. It sounded worried, distressed and as if he was in a lack of air.

Tears formed back in my eyes as I heard his voice, but I quickly blinked them away, clearing my throat.

"Aren't you supposed to be practicing still?" I spoke softly, letting a chuckle follow after.

"Yeah but— Y/n, you just lashed out at me and I don't know why! I can't fucking practice knowing you're upset about something and I started to get worried. You've never acted like that!" Jimin rambled, breathing out every word in a harsh manner. It almost sounded like he was scolding me.

"I—" I said but stopped myself.

I didn't know what to say. Jimin didn't say anything either, waiting for me to speak. He must've been confused, and so was I.

"Jimin, my brother..." I said, pulling on the last letters in hesitation. Jimin hummed, marking he was listening, "Did I ever tell you his name?"

There was a short silence on the other end of the phone until his rumbling voice sounded as if he was thinking hardly, "I don't think so."

"If you had to guess?"

"Y/n, you texted me asking me what's wrong with me as if I just did the worst thing ever, then I called you and you casually asked if I wasn't supposed to be practicing and now you want me to—"

"I'm sorry..." I replied, feeling a bit guilty.

I did lash out at him for nothing. I believed him. I trusted him.

"No, don't apologize. It sounds like you had a rough morning after I left?"

His voice was soft and much calmer than before, ending his sentence with a sigh.

"My guess is Kyungmin." He spoke as I didn't reply. It lightened up my mood a bit and a chuckle left my mouth.

"Why?" I chuckled.

"Am I correct?" He asked, his voice rising sweetly at the end as if he expected his guess was right.

"No, it's Jaemun."

"Really? We have the same initials." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I let my legs fall down and rest against the head of my bed, closing my eyes as I finally felt relaxed again. Jimin always found a way to make me feel better, whether it was intentional or not.

"I won't keep you busy any longer Jimin." I chuckled.

"Right, I have to go. Talk later?"

"Sure." I said with a smile.

"I'll take good care of you, I promise."

"You will?" I asked, loving how sweet he was being right now. It was cute how sweet he could be to me.

"No I was just saying that. Me? Taking good care of you? Pfff, never." He joked around, but even though he didn't mean it, it still made me sulk.

"Bye Jimin."

"See you angel."

As I hung up, a new wave of questions washed over me. The conversation almost made me forget about the letters. Was it really not Jimin who sent these letters? It was his initials and I always found them after we'd hung out. How could it not be him? And if it wasn't him, then who? Who sent me letters?

I got an idea to make sure if it was Jimin or not. I had one thing I wanted from him.

Me: Wait Jimin!!

Jimin😘: Yes?

Me: Can you send me a picture of you writing my name?

Jimin😘: That's a weird request, isn't it?

Me: I just... I thought it would be cute😕

Me: A handwriting says a lot about a person..

Jimin😘: Give me a minute

Me: Thank you!!

About five minutes passed by as I impatiently waited for his reply. It felt like it took forever for the message to chime in.

Jimin😘: I'm in the middle of a dance class, I hope you know how grateful you should be for this

Me: I am, just send me the pic!

Jimin😘: What's my payment?😏

Me: Jimin! Don't you have a dance class to attend?

Jimin😘: image

I clicked on the picture he sent to make it bigger. The first thing I noticed was his face. Yes, he had taken a selfie with the paper with my name on. It made me giggle and forget about what I actually needed this for for a split moment.

Then my eyes fell upon his handwriting on the paper. 

My angel, Y/n, is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.

The message made me blush, in the same way the letters had done, but...

His handwriting was not boyish at all. I grabbed the letter I had received today again, comparing the two handwritings. They were very much different. Jimin's was not as wiggly, unstable and messy as it was on the letters. It was graceful, clean and you'd almost think it was a girl who'd written that. It was nothing like the handwriting on the letter in my other hand.

I put away my phone and the letter in my hands and looked out the window in my room. 

If Jimin was not the one sending these, who then?

And were they really the love letters I had made them to be?

It made an uneasy feeling course within me. If it really wasn't Jimin, someone else had gotten the letters inside my handbag when I didn't see. How did they do that? That someone had also went to my house to put the letters in the letterbox. They knew where I lived. The thought scared me. 

Why would the person write - JM if it really wasn't from Jimin? Did this person know Jimin and maybe not in a good way? Maybe Jimin had an enemy, and maybe this enemy was trying to blame Jimin for these creepy acts... Or was I overthinking it?

Was someone playing with me, stalking me and having fun scaring me? And what did they know about my brother?

With a blurred mind, I left my room, put on my shoes and jacket, left my house and went to the nearest bus stop.

"I miss having you around. I miss being able to talk to you whenever I want. I fucking miss you so  much." I said, my eyes set on his name on the gravestone.

I was knelt down in front of it, gazing at it and the withered flowers laying next to it.

"I forgot to bring you new flowers today, I'm sorry." I muttered, grazing the roses gently with my fingers. The leaves crumbled and faded into dust.

A lump formed in my throat. I felt the tears pressure behind my eyes. 

"Jaemun, I'm scared." My voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

"I'm so scared." I whispered, letting my head fall between my shoulders. I wasn't able to keep back the tears anymore and they started streaming down my cheeks.

"I wish you were here right now. I really fucking do." I spoke through sobs, looking up at his name again. It only pained me more to see a sad grey stone in front of me with his name, date of birth and death and some words my parents and I left on there. I sobbed uncontrollably, feeling like the tears would never dry out and the pain in my heart would never go away, "I need you here..."

Jaemun was the one who used to protect me when I was scared. He was the one who used to make me laugh when I was sad. He always had the answer to all of my questions when I was younger—whatever if some of them were lies, he had the answer and it made me feel better always.

What was I supposed to do now that I didn't have him? Who'd make me feel secure and happy?

If he was here right now, would he have known who was sending me those letters? Would he have the answers to my questions?

He probably would. And if he didn't, he'd do anything to find the person because that's how protecting of a big brother he was.

I tried controlling my sobs while I clenched the fabric over my heart as if I could squeeze the pain away while trying to make my heart not fall apart.

"I wish you were here." I said under my breath, letting my head fall low again, clenching my hand tighter and letting a new stream of tears fall.

Why did you leave...