When Times Write Back (Taekook) jungkook's first letter

𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙡 3𝙧𝙙, 1912

Jungkook

to the one who finds me.... I do not know if these words will ever reach anyone or if they will simply sleep forever between the pages where I have hidden them ...but the thought that someone might one day hold this paper this gives me courage to write. My name is Joen Jungkook, and I am 20 years. The year is 1912 the world outside my window is alive with voices carriages and machines I cannot yet understand inside me There is only silence. there are things I cannot speak aloud, not to my family, not too my friends, not to anyone who walks the street beside me .the world would not forgive me if it knew the truth of my heart, so I leave it here with you whoever you are, wherever you are... I wish I could tell someone what it feels like to live in a body that obeys every rule but a heart that rebels against them all ...I wish I could tell someone that when I look at the night sky I feel longing in so Sharp it hurts, as if the stars themselves are keeping a secret from me.... Perhaps you will think me foolish or perhaps by some impossible grace you will understand me... If you do then I ask only this: remember me....even history forget, even the ink fades, even if my own time erases me, let someone somewhere know I was here.. ---Yours in silence 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠..

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the archive room is still. Taehyung lowers the letter slowly, as though afraid even breathing too hard might crumble it

Taehyung

Mummering- "𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠"

he traces the signatures with His fingertips. his chest feels tight like the words have slipped his skin and taken to inside him

Taehyung

(half laughing, shaky) What am I doing? It's just... just an old letter. Nothing more

but his eyes betrayed him. They keep returning to certain lines… 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝, 𝙄 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚... 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚

he leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling

Taehyung

(softly, almost a shadow) I understand you. More than you would believe

for a long moment he sits in silence, paper trembling in his hands. The almost against his will a smile ghosts across his lips

Taehyung

and if you wanted someone to remember you, Jungkook... maybe that someone is me

he folds the letter carefully, places it back on the desk, but his hands linger as if letting go would break something fragile

Taehyung

(resolute, whispering) I shouldn't. This is ridiculous. But... maybe I'll write back. Just once

The light hum overhead. the archive is less empty now as though a second heartbeat has joined his own

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