The letters stopped coming.

Since that day at the bowling center, I hadn't received one single letter.

My plan worked.

Taehyung believed it when he overheard Yejun's and my conversation about how I broke up with Jimin.

And best of all, Jimin was still my boyfriend.

We hadn't stopped seeing each other daily and I hadn't distanced myself at all.

It even hit me that the plan made Taehyung stop spying on me and stalking me too as I hadn't been very secretive about meeting up with Jimin. If Taehyung still kept an eye on me, he would've seen me and Jimin together.

But I was letter free.

And better yet, I did it all on my own. Nobody knew about the letters. It was my secret to forever hold onto.

I finally felt at ease. I felt like I could forget about the letters, enjoy my time with Jimin and finally my brother could get rest. 

But in the back of my mind, the letters still haunted me.

What was written in those letters haunted me. 

Remember Jaemun?

Taehyung had threatened me about something. He'd never written it directly, but it was obvious what was written between the lines. But... did Taehyung really kill my brother? Was he really capable of doing that?

I didn't resent him, 'cause I didn't believe it.

Taehyung had lost his little sister. He knew the feeling of losing someone so important. He knew the sorrow, hatred and regret. He couldn't have been capable of pushing those feelings onto me. No decent human being would be able to do that, and Taehyung seemed utterly harmless.

It was like our shared grief blinded me from the person he really was.

Because, just as I felt like I got him off my back, two weeks after the last letter, I received another one.

I'm watching you. You better take care of your boyfriend, Y/n.

After reading the letter, I wasn't conflicted at all anymore. It stood clear to me that Taehyung maybe wasn't the person he seemed as. There was something evil inside him and it scared me. It scared me like nothing had ever scared me before.

I remembered the numb feeling that coursed through my body as I stepped into the living room and the unbearable pain that hit me all at once as I heard the police officer say his name. "Ha Jaemun, your son, has been involved in an accident."

I never wanted to go through that feeling again.

I ignored Jimin for real now. I cut him off, broke up with him over text and blocked his number. I prayed that he wouldn't be heartbroken and I prayed that he would get over me quickly. I prayed that as I sobbed hysterically in my room for days, regretting everything but knowing it was the right thing to do.

I still didn't go to the police. Thinking it all over, what could they do. I would show them the letters, they would laugh and tell me to go home and wait until I receive serious threats they can actually use.

There was no way of proving Taehyung had written these letters.

It made me miserable. Taehyung made me miserable.

Narrator POV

It was a sunny day which reflected the spring days of April.

However what spring used to be, was not what it was anymore.

Jimin stood in front of your front door, hesitant and scared of knocking.

To him, you were still his girlfriend. Something must've happened.

The two of you had no problems but suddenly you broke up with him and blocked him everywhere.

It had only been a few days, but Jimin couldn't keep himself from confronting you any longer.

He loved you, but he never got to tell you.

What if that was why you broke up with him? Maybe you didn't feel his love?

Jimin kept making up scenarios of why you would act like this, but he never settled with one. He needed to talk to you. He felt miserable without you.

He never got to tell you how lonely he had felt before he met you. How every girl would jump on him and leave him the next day. How he also never actually wanted the girls to stay. But he wanted you to stay. He had been up all night after sending you home in that taxi, thinking about you. He waited for you to text him, even though it was 6 am and you were much likely sleeping. He never felt this eager to talk to a girl before. 

It was like he saw a part of himself in you. Maybe you were just as lonely as he was?

The front door opened, which made Jimin snap out of his thoughts. He didn't even remember knocking.

"Jimin, what are you doing here? Y/n's not home." Your mother greeted, and stepped aside letting him inside.

Your parents didn't know about your breakup yet.

It was like your new addiction was lying.

"Is she home soon?" Jimin gulped before speaking. He didn't know whether or not Y/n's parents knew about what was going on between the two.

"She's at work, but not for much longer. You can wait in her room if you want?" Your mother smiled, which made Jimin relax his position. Your mother was always so sweet, it made Jimin miss his own. He rarely saw his family, who lived in Busan, basically on the other side of the country.

Jimin smiled before heading to your room.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, looking around your room. It felt weird to be there without you, especially when you had broken up with him.

Jimin reached for his back pocket and pulled out his phone. As he sat with his head buried in his phone, he suddenly noticed something. Next to his foot, laid a card. A drawer next to your bed was slightly open and he reckoned whatever it was it had fallen down from there. He picked up the yellow piece of paper to put it back in the drawer, but his movement halted when he saw his initials in the bottom of it.

He didn't mean to be nosy, but he couldn't help himself.

Maybe she's been writing things about me, cute, he thought and switched his attention to the first line.

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

Jimin scrunched his nose as he read the letter again.

What is this letter?

His curiosity and the sudden feeling that he had to protect you from something, made him rip open your drawer. A lot of letters were in there. All with his initials, and all sounding like threats.

Only one didn't have the weird nickname on it and neither Jimin's initials.

I'm watching you. You better take care of your boyfriend, Y/n.

A silhouette outside of the window caught Jimin's attention. He stood up from the bed and went to the window, taking a closer look behind the drapes. A tall guy with a black hoodie and black pants stood, fiddling with the letter box in front of your house.

Jimin squinted his eyes, observing as the person left.

It was then a wave of anger washed over him. He knew immediately what that guy just did.

He rushed out of your room, approaching your mother and asking her for the keys to the letterbox.

"Why do you need that?" Your mother chuckled, but she was already standing up to look for them. She trusted and loved Jimin.

"Um..." Jimin thought out loud and cleared his throat before continuing, "I put something in there, but now I wanna give it to Y/n in person." He lied.

Your mother replied with a smile and a glow in her eyes. It was obvious how much she appreciated Jimin and knew he was right for you. She extended the keys to Jimin which he grabbed and immediately went to empty the letter box.

As expected, a small yellow paper laid there.

Jimin stepped out on the sidewalk, eyeing after the hooded dude, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead, Jimin went into your room again and read the letter.

If I see him with you one more time, I can't promise I'll be able to control myself any longer.

Reading the letter made Jimin furious. He felt his face grow hot as he ripped the paper into countless of pieces. He opened your window and threw them out of there.

His hands clenched into fists which he wished would knock out the soul of the person sending these letters, but he had no clue who it was.

He couldn't do anything.

Helplessly, he sat back on your bed, leaning against the headboard and waiting for you to come home.

And it didn't take long before the door to your room opened and you walked in.

Jimin looked up and his eyes met yours. He immediately got up from the bed, slowly walking closer to you.

He missed you—so much. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, smell you and hear you. He wanted to tell you how much you mean to him. He completely forgot about the letters for a moment as your presence was enough to mute him.

"Jimin get out." You said, detaching your eyes from him and walking towards the table with a mirror on top and sitting down in front of it.

Jimin's heart dropped by your words, but he didn't move. He didn't want to leave.

"I—"

"Jimin leave, I don't want you here!" You raised your voice a bit.

You didn't even look at him. You looked at yourself, untying your ponytail and fixing your messy, but beautiful hair.

Now he knew why you were acting like this.

"Y/n, I—"

"Jimin leave, I said you cannot be here!" You turned to face Jimin.

When your eyes met, Jimin could see right through them.

You were lying.

You were scared.

You were pushing him away, but really you needed him to hug you tighter than ever.

Jimin walked towards you and you stood up protesting, but he enveloped you in his arms.

He held you, feeling your heart beat fast and his too.

"Get off of me!" You almost screamed, pushing Jimin away.

Your chest heaved and fell in tact with your breathing. Your eyes were glossy, the tears pressured to fall but you kept them back.

"I know about the letters Y/n." Jimin said in a low voice, observing your reaction.

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, until they overflowed and you broke down in tears.

Jimin immediately reached forward and held your body as you collapsed into tears.

It had been so tough feeling scared all alone that the relief of the letters being spoken out loud, made your body cave in.

"I'm sorry. I'm—so—sorry Jimin." You sobbed.

You talked in slurs and Jimin almost didn't understand the words coming out of your mouth, but he just held you close.

"Y/n, you don't have to be scared. I'm here for you." Jimin said.

He held you tighter and tighter, never wanting to let go. It hurt him to see you cry this much. It hurt him to see you this scared. And it hurt him that he hadn't made you feel safe.

"Jimin, you—don't understand. You're—not safe w-with me."

"Y/n." Jimin said, grabbing your cheeks and wiping away the stream of tears with his thumbs—just for another stream to fall, "Angel, look at me." He said.

You tried controlling your sobs, causing hiccups. Jimin was sad to see you cry, but he couldn't help but smile at how beautiful you looked to him, despite the mess you were.

"I love you and I will rather be unsafe with you than safe by myself." He said, wiping your tears again.

Your eyelids fluttered shut and open as your eyes hurt from all the tears. The guy in front of you was blurry, but his words were clear.

"I love you Y/n. Don't leave me again."

"I love you Jimin. I am so sorry." You said between hiccups. You leant into him, hiding your face in his chest and clenching him close to you with all of your strength, "I'm so so sorry."

"No, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you." Jimin said and a new stream of tears welled over you.

You couldn't control them. It was the relief of knowing that you were finally not alone with these letters anymore and relief because Jimin loved you.

"I'll never leave you, angel."

a.n.

boo hoo, lol I'm not totally satisfied with this chapter but I don't care to rewrite it T-T