Headshot || Taekook [ Finished ]

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2093, 19th of April.

I walk back home, carrying the fresh bought groceries in my bags. I walk past the well-known musea, showing things from wars, like guns, bullets, outfits and medicines.

The way home is quite boring, so I start to hum softly. Thinking out a new tune. For those who care, I'm 20 years old, and I produce music.

I walk past an old warehouse, a really old one. From 1986, I can tell from the Numbers on the outside. That century was a golden for our country, a lot of money that time. Now this neighbourhood is rich, but probably the most criminal of all the states in this whole continent.

I can tell from the fact Taehyung got shot, without reasons.

I arrive home, and walk in, seeing some post on the doormat. I pick them up and put them on the kitchen table.

I put in all my groceries, and take a look at the letters.

There are 4 of them. 3 bills, I can tell from the collor of the letters.

One of them is collored bloodred. The stamp is formed in shape of a little gun, I believe. I stare at the letter for a while. A gun as stamp?
I open the letter, signed to my name, Jeon Jungkook. My street, Magnumstreet 27P. The paper is slightly yellow, like an old parchment. Better said, it is parchment.

I read my name, and then the date at the top of the letter.

16th of April, 1986.