~ 𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕒 ~ (Minsung)

🔒Chapter 20 - Letters🔒

3rd Person POV:

It had been nearly two months since the first letter from "Jake" arrived. Now, there were six more, a total of seven letters stacked neatly in front of them, each one as cryptic as the last. 

Jisung was starting to feel uneasy. A single letter sent to the wrong address could be dismissed as a mistake. Maybe even two. But six more after that? That was too deliberate, too calculated. 

He and Minho sat in tense silence on the couch, staring down at the letters laid out in the order they arrived. 

The first one had been unsettling, but vague enough to ignore: 

"I only get Jealous because I want you, and I don’t want anyone else to have you. Xoxo, Jake."

Then, they got weirder. 

"Anger is never without a reason, but seldom with a good one… I have one, though. Xoxo, Jake."

"Envy is the art of counting others' blessings instead of yours. But what if there's only one? Xoxo, Jake."

"I might come off as Hostile, but I just don’t like it when someone takes what I want. Xoxo, Jake."

And then, they became personal.

"I’m Wealthy and good-looking, so why not leave him and come to me for a better life? Xoxo, Jake."

"I’m actually quite amused, but also Annoyed, by how your life flipped around in a flash… Xoxo, Jake."

And the latest—perhaps the most unsettling of all: 

"It’s a bit baffling that you haven’t figured out who I am yet. But just know—I know everything about you. Xoxo, Jake."

Minho swallowed hard, his hands gripping the fabric of his pants as he read them over and over again. 

Jisung exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "This is beyond creepy now. We need help from my friends." 

Minho barely reacted, his gaze fixed on the letters. His mind was a mess—part of him wanted to cry, not out of fear, but out of guilt. If someone really was after him, then he was, once again, dragging Jisung and his friends into something dangerous. 

Jisung pulled out his phone, glancing at Minho before dialing. "I’ll call Hyunjin and ask him to help us out." 

Minho gave a slight nod, still lost in thought. 

A few moments later, Jisung spoke again. "He said Changlix and him will be here in about 30 minutes." 

At the mention of "Changlix," Minho turned his head. "They’re coming too? How did they even know?" 

Jisung chuckled dryly. "Felix knows everything. He has his ways. In college, we even called him our personal Dispatch." 

Minho gave a small smile, but it didn’t last. 

The thirty minutes dragged on, but when the knock finally came, the front door burst open before Jisung could even stand. 

"Oh my gosh, my baby!!"