My next few weeks were spent on the gray sofa in the boys' living room. I think I only got up to puke or get meds. Dying honestly sucks, kids.
"Hey honey bear. Wanna watch a movie with us?" Jungkook asks.
"It's our new Burn The Stage movie. You'll love it," Tae says, trying to cheer me up a bit.
To be honest, I really don't want to watch a movie. I really don't want to do anything. But I'll do it for them, because I appreciate all that they've done for me.
Then I get this great idea in my head. I need to write letters to each of the boys and just thank them for everything. Then I need to write ARMY something- they've left supportive and kind comments on my social media accounts, so I need to do something for them too.
"Jungkook...can you hand me my notebook...please?" I say weakly. I feel like my whole body is aching just by saying a few words.
"Here."
I begin writing the letters, fall asleep, wake up, write them again, and eventually finish them.
Thank God I did.
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Our Last Song
FanfictionBailey Smith is spending her summer in South Korea at a dance intensive for ballet. However, a walk around Seoul changes her life forever- she meets Jungkook, a singer from her favorite Kpop group, BTS. Over the next few weeks, Bailey and Jungkook g...
