Jungkook lazily got up from the armchair approaching the window of the apartment. He stood calmly staring at the busy street, his palms in the pockets of his dressing gown.
It was a bright and rather cold December morning. Yesterday's snow covered certain green areas, turning the green into virgin white. It glistened in the jagged winter sun as the traffic swallowed it up.
It was always like that in Gangnam, the gray pavement was cleared but still quite slippery
Jungkook himself didn't know exactly how many hours, days had passed since that night. It was already the middle of the week and he was still trapped in his thoughts.
On monday afternoon his doorbell rang. Jungkook backed away and opened the door with some trepidation, where he was greeted by the postman with a package and a message.
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Venizia
I hope he doesn't go to him nd let tae find nd chance him
2024-10-16
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