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ALCOHOL IN THIS CHAPTER.





"I haven't wrote to you in a while, I'm sorry.
Namjoon moved in and I got a job again, I visited your grave.
Life was moving so fast, but I still love you.
Namjoon says I should stop writing letters soon, it could hurt me more.
But I've only written four, this my 5th one.
You deserve letters of love and affection, I'm just too mentally tired to do it.
My dear, can I join you?
I hate it here.
Namjoon seems so distant once he moved in, it hurts standing in a room with him.
He doesn't look at me.
Seeing your grave made me realize I NEED to see you.
I love you.
I don't even know how you died!
I need to know, the police aren't giving me any information! Isn't that illegal?
I'm sure you'll tell me once I get there, my love.
See you soon,
Love,
Your husband."

Jimin kissed the letter and threw it in the fire, as he heard footsteps behind him.

"Oh Jiminnnnn!" He heard a voice way as he looked over at Namjoon, the tall male holding a alcohol bottle.

Jimin didn't like alcohol, especially in his house... and Jimin told Namjoon this! Jimin said alcohol wasn't aloud in HIS home.

"Namjoon-"

"Before you become a buzz kill, just know I thought we could have a drink together," namjoon said with a wink as Jimin gulped. "I don't like drinking-"

"Jimin," Namjoon said in a stern tone, as he hiccuped. "It'll get your mind of-"

"No, go drink somewhere else."



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