𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍 //𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝑭𝑭//

~𝟲𝟴~

(Third person, Lee Know's perspective)

The letter sat on the kitchen counter, taunting him. It wasn't the first, and he knew it definitely wouldn't be the last. They started coming the day after Ava got her letter. At first, he found it on the floor of his room, barely managing to hide it from Chan before he saw it. Then, they just started showing up tucked into the pile of other mail. He was always one of the firsts to wake up, and the first one to look through the mail every morning, which made it a lot easier to hide it.

Lee Know stared down the letter. He knew he would have to read it, but that morning he got a very bad feeling about the letter. He slowly reached his hand out towards the piece of paper. His fingertips just barely brushed against the edge of the paper when he hesitated. He had no idea what was in the letter, but the churn of his stomach told him it couldn't be anything good. He slowly took the letter in his hand. 

He had just folded it open when his head snapped up, having heard a noise come from the training room. Voices approached him. He quickly shoved the letter into his pocket, just in time before Chan came into the kitchen, greeting him. He greeted his Hyung, noticing Ava come into the kitchen as well. He softly greeted her, giving her a small smile. When Ava met his gaze, she paused, her steps slowing down. She seemed to flush as a beautiful smile spread on her lips.

"Anything important in the mail?" Chan asked, drawing his attention away from the blushing girl.

"Nothing much. Just the usual things."

He knew his Hyung would pick up on his short answer, so he took the following silence as his opportunity to leave. As he walked up the stairs to his room, he could almost feel his anger bubbling up inside him. He wasn't afraid of the letters or the threats on his life they contained. He knew he could handle Damian. He had handled a lot worse than him before. It just aggravated him; how arrogant Damian was. He knew he was just out of reach for the team, and he was using that privilege to the fullest.

He took a seat on his bed, taking the folded piece of paper out of his pocket. He had closed and locked the door to ensure that no one found out about the letters yet. He knew he would have to tell someone eventually, but he just wasn't ready to put the others' lives in danger. He stared at the little piece of paper, anger seething in his veins. He slowly unfolded it, the little black letters on it familiar to him.

I see you and Ava are getting close. If you care about her as much as you try to convince her, I would suggest you remove yourself from her life. Or if you don't... well, I guess you'll have to see what life is like with her death on your conscience.

He crumpled up the letter in his fist before throwing it against the wall as hard as he could. He dragged his hands through his hair, sighing. He guessed Damian would find out about him and Ava, and he thought Damian would just send him threats on his life like he had been doing for the past week or so. But the threat on Ava's life changed everything. 

He wasn't exactly making the situation any easier for himself, having given Ava the letter he wrote to her. He had given her hope; that everything could be normal. That she had a chance of forgetting about the danger. And now, he had no choice but to let her down, something he wished with his whole heart he wouldn't have to do.

He got up off his bed, pacing. His mind was a jumble of incomplete thoughts swirling together into a tangled mess. The more he tried to get his thoughts straight, the more agitated he got. Until he reached a breaking point, his fist connecting with the mirror on the wall. The glass shattered, the sound almost deafening against the silence of his room. Blood poured out of the cuts on his knuckles, the broken shards stuck to his skin falling off and shattering on the ground.