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Itâs a normal family breakfast on a Saturday of 1981, when Jungkook receives a raunchy letter from the boy he is having a scandalous lover affair with.
Nothing too much but minors dni

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They were seated around the dining table when Jihyo strode into the room, clutching all the mail to her thorax.
She extracted a long white envelope from the pile and handed it over to her quiet cousin.
A questioning puzzle came over Jungkook's face. Who could possibly know that he was staying the weekend with his extended family?
Then he saw the handwriting, and had to smile at the ingenuity.
That sneaky rascal.
He hoped his father, seated at the far end of the table, hadn't noticed, and was relieved to see that he remained engrossed in his newspaper.
Jungkook tries to wedge his thumb into the corner of the envelope while keeping a wary eye on his father, when suddenly he glanced across at him and smiles.
He promptly returns the smile, drops the envelope in his lap, picks his fork and jabs it into his lukewarm sausage.
He made no mistake to retrieve the letter until his father had disappeared back behind his paper.
Once he turned to the business section, Jungkook placed the envelope on his right, picked up the butter knife and slid it into the thumbed corner.
Slowly, he started to slit open the envelope. Having done that, he quietly placed the letter back on his lap and knife to its original place.
Before anything further, he gave a once over across in the direction of his father, to check if he was still behind his newspaper. He was.
He held down the envelope with his left hand, while carefully extracting the letter with his right.
He looked down at the familiar Moorim ivory paper, the one from that journal that witnesses colossal poetic waxes, folded in three.
One more casual glance at father; as he remained out of sight, Jungkook unfolded the two-page letter.
No date, no address, as always, written like a balladry.
âđđș đ„đąđłđđȘđŻđš đŽđ”đąđł.â
The first night in Jongno, followed by the first night they slept together.
2 firsts on the same night, last month Jungkook was shyly embarked on a journey that must only climb uphill.
âđ đąđź đŽđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đȘđŻ đźđș đłđ°đ°đź, /đ°đ¶đł/ đŁđŠđ„đłđ°đ°đź đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ°đŻđ§đȘđ„đŠđŻđ”đȘđąđ đŻđȘđšđ©đ”, đ±đŠđŻđŻđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠđŽđŠ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ©đ”đŽ đ°đŻđđș đźđȘđŻđ¶đ”đŠđŽ đąđ§đ”đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đđŠđ§đ”. đđ©đȘđŽ đȘđŽ đźđș đ”đ©đȘđłđ„ đąđ”đ”đŠđźđ±đ”,
đąđŻđ„ đ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đ§đȘđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đžđ°đłđ„đŽ đ”đ° đđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đ°đž đ đłđŠđąđđđș đ§đŠđŠđ.â
Jungkook bit his lip into a smile. For a man who made his fortune with words, that must have been quite difficult of an admittance.
âđđąđŽđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đșđ°đ¶ were everything a man could đąđŽđŹ đ§đ°đł. đ đ€đ°đ¶đđ„ đŠđ·đŠđł đąđŽđŹ đ§đ°đł. đ đ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ đŠđčđ€đȘđ”đȘđŻđš, đ±đłđ°đ·đ°đ€đąđ”đȘđ·đŠ, đŽđ°đ§đ”, đ”đŠđąđŽđȘđŻđš, đąđŻđ„ đ§đ°đł đąn đŠđčđČđ¶đȘđŽđȘđ”đŠ đźđ°đźđŠđŻđ”, đąđŻ đȘđźđ±đŠđ”đ¶đ°đ¶đŽ đžđ©đ°đłđŠ.â
Jungkook gasped.
That immediately caught Tzuyuâs attention but itâs only momentary as he pretends to cough and sips on his water.
His cheeks feel a little warm.
âđđ”'đŽ đŁđŠđŠđŻ đ°đ·đŠđł đą đșđŠđąđł đŽđȘđŻđ€đŠ đžđŠ đźđŠđ” đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŻâđŽ đ±đąđłđ”đș đȘđŻ đđ¶đŹđ€đ©đ°đŻ đđąđŻđ°đŹ, & đąđŽ đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ°đ§đ”đŠđŻ đ”đ°đđ„ đșđ°đ¶, đ đžđąđŻđ”đŠđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đ€đ°đźđŠ đŁđąđ€đŹ đ©đ°đźđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đźđŠ đ”đ©đąđ” đ·đŠđłđș đŠđ·đŠđŻđȘđŻđš.â
âđ đđąđș đąđžđąđŹđŠ đąđđ đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đđȘđ·đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŠđ„đšđŠ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ.â
Jungkook glanced across the table to see that his father had reached the back page of his paper
âđđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đźđŠđŠđ”đȘđŻđš
đąđ” đđŠđ°đ„đąđŠđźđ¶đŻâ đŁđ¶đ” đȘđ” đžđąđŽ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đąđŻđ°đ”đ©đŠđł 11 đ„đąđșđŽ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đșđ°đ¶ đžđŠđłđŠ /đŽđȘđŻđ§đ¶đ/đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đ”đȘđźđŠ, đ”đ©đŠđŻ đąđšđąđȘđŻ đŻđ°đ” đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ đžđąđŽ đąđžđąđș đȘđŻ đđ¶đŽđąđŻ.â
âđđ©đąđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đžđŠđŻđ” đ§đąđł đ”đ°đ° đČđ¶đȘđ€đŹđđș đ§đ°đł đźđŠ.â
Dimples pitted into the swell of his cheeks as Jungkook pressed his lips together and then rolled them in.
He brought his thighs together and held the letter tighter.
âđ đ€đąđŻ'đ” đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đžđ©đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đ°đ§ đȘđ”, đȘđ§ đ©đŠ đ©đąđ„ đŹđŻđ°đžđŻ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đ§đŠđźđȘđŻđȘđŻđŠ đ°đ¶đ”đ§đȘđ” đ”đ©đąđ” đȘđŽ đ©đȘđ„đ„đŠđŻ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ©đ°đŠđŁđ°đč đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đșđ°đ¶đł đŁđŠđ„.â
Eyes wide, Jungkook takes a
moment to look someplace else, for any longer he might have doubled up in flames.
âđđŠ'đ„ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ±đłđ°đŁđąđŁđđș đŻđŠđ·đŠđł đąđŽđŽđ¶đźđŠđ„ đ”đ©đąđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đȘđ„đȘđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đșđ°đ¶đł đ„đłđąđžđȘđŻđš đłđ°đ°đź đȘđŻ đą đžđ©đȘđ”đŠ đŽđŠđŠ-đ”đ©đłđ°đ¶đšđ© đŁđđ°đ¶đŽđŠ,
đŻđ° đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđšđąđłđźđŠđŻđ”, đą đ”đȘđšđ©đ” đŁđđąđ€đŹ đđŠđąđ”đ©đŠđł đŽđŹđȘđłđ” đžđȘđ”đ© đą đ»đȘđ± đ¶đ± đ§đłđ°đŻđ”, đŽđ”đ°đ€đŹđȘđŻđšđŽ, đŻđ°đ” đ§đ°đłđšđŠđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ§đđąđŽđ©đș-đ±đȘđŻđŹ đđȘđ±đŽđ”đȘđ€đŹâ đąđđ đžđąđȘđ”đȘđŻđš đ„đŠđŽđ±đŠđłđąđ”đŠđđș đ§đ°đł đą /đŁđ°đș/.â
âđđ©đŠ đŁđ°đș đžđ©đ° đ€đąđŻđŻđ°đ” đ§đ°đłđšđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đđŠđąđ”đ©đŠđł đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŹđȘđłđ” đ±đŠđŠđđȘđŻđš đąđžđąđș đ§đłđ°đź đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđŹđȘđŻ đđȘđŹđŠ đąđŻ đȘđŻđ·đȘđ”đȘđŻđš đžđŠđŽđ”đŠđłđŻ đ·đŠđđ€đłđ°â
đ đŽđ”đȘđđ đ”đ©đȘđŻđŹ đ§đ°đł đ©đ°đ¶đłđŽ đ©đ°đž đ”đ©đŠ đ»đȘđ± đ”đ©đąđ” đđŠđ§đ” đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŹđȘđłđ” đ°đ±đŠđŻ đđȘđŹđŠ đą đšđąđ”đŠđžđąđș, đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ„ đđŠđ” đźđŠ đ±đ¶đđ đ”đ©đŠ đ„đ°đ°đłđŽ đąđ±đąđłđ”, đŽđ° đ±đąđ”đȘđŠđŻđ”đđș, đŽđ° đ±đđȘđąđŻđ”đđș.â
Jungkook looked up again and wondered if he was blushing.
If this fool had really enjoyed his outfit that much, he would have to go on another shopping trip in Joho as soon as he got back to town.
âđ đ©đąđ·đŠđŻâđ” đŁđŠđŠđŻ đąđŁđđŠ đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đ©đ°đđ„ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŻđŠđž đłđŠđ€đ°đłđ„ đșđ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đšđȘđ§đ”đŠđ„ đźđŠ; đ§đ°đł đ đ§đȘđŻđ„ đŻđ° đžđȘđđ đ”đ° đ©đŠđąđł đą đźđ¶đŽđȘđ€ đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ”đ©đąđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđ°đ¶đŻđ„đŽ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶ đłđŠđąđ€đ©đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đ©đąđ·đŠn.
đđ©, đșđ°đ¶ đąđłđŠ đŽđ° đŁđłđŠđąđ”đ©đș, đąđłđŠđŻâđ” đșđ°đ¶? đđđ đ±đąđŻđ”đȘđŻđš, đŽđ©đłđȘđ·đŠđđȘđŻđš, đšđąđ±đȘđŻđš, đšđąđŽđ±đȘđŻđš, đ«đ¶đŽđ” đ”đ° đłđŠđ€đŠđȘđ·đŠ đą đ€đ°đźđ±đđȘđźđŠđŻđ”. đđ¶đ€đ© đą đ”đąđŹđŠđł, đźđș đŁđłđąđ”.â
Jungkookâs eyes shut.
He breathes through his nose and almost forgets he still has food pouched away in his mouth.
He takes a moment off, just pretending to be interested in whatever vestigial conversation Jihyo starts distantly.
âđđș đ„đąđłđđȘđŻđš, đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ đȘđŽ đŻđ° đąđŽđ±đŠđ€đ” đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đđ°đ·đŠđźđąđŹđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đąđ” đ đ„đ°đŻ'đ” đłđŠđđȘđŽđ©, đŁđ¶đ” đ đ€đ°đŻđ§đŠđŽđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đžđ©đąđ” đ”đ¶đłđŻđŽ đźđŠ đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đźđ°đŽđ” đȘđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đđąđ€đŠđŽ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đ©đ°đ°đŽđŠ đžđ©đŠđŻ đșđ°đ¶ đ€đąđŻ
đ°đŻđđș đ”đąđŹđŠ đąđŻ đ©đ°đ¶đł đ°đ§đ§ đ€đ°đđđŠđšđŠ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶đł đđ¶đŻđ€đ© đŁđłđŠđąđŹ. đ đ€đąđŻ đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ” đŁđąđ€đŹ đŠđ·đŠđłđș đ°đŻđŠ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đŽđŠđ€đ°đŻđ„đŽ.â
Jungkook crosses his leg one over the other. He gulps.
Italic:
âđđ©đŠ đŁđąđ€đŹ đŽđŠđąđ” đ°đ§ đźđș đŁđłđ°đ”đ©đŠđłâđŽ đ€đąđł đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ€đłđ°đžđ„đŠđ„ đ”đłđąđ„đŠ-đ§đąđȘđł; đ”đ©đŠ đđ°đ° đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đđșđ°đŻđ«đąđŠ; đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŠđłđ·đȘđ€đŠ đđȘđ§đ” đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŁđłđąđłđș.
đđ¶đ” đźđ°đŽđ” đŠđčđ€đȘđ”đȘđŻđš đ°đ§ đąđđ đžđąđŽ đ©đąđ·đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ đ¶đŻđ„đŠđł đźđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠâđŽ đ©đ°đ¶đŽđŠ-đ°đ§đ§đȘđ€đŠ đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ©đŠ đžđąđ”đ€đ©đŠđ„ đ”đ©đŠ đšđąđźđŠ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đ°đ¶đ”đŽđȘđ„đŠ.
đđŻđ€đŠ đŁđŠđ§đ°đłđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ©đąđđ§-đ”đȘđźđŠ, đ°đŻđ€đŠ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ„đłđȘđŻđŹâđŽ đŁđłđŠđąđŹ, đąđŻđ„ đ”đ©đŠđŻ đąđšđąđȘđŻ đ„đ¶đłđȘđŻđš đ”đ©đŠ đ§đȘđŻđąđ đłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ - đžđŠđđ, đȘđ” đȘđŽ đą đđ°đŻđš đšđąđźđŠ.â
Jungkook giggled and quickly placed the letter under his thigh as his father peered round the top of his newspaper.
"What made you laugh, son?â
âThe picture of Popeye wearing handcuffs for a watchâ he blurted immediately. His father looks confused. âOn the front of your paper.â
âAh, yes,â said father, glancing at the front page without sparing a smile and turning next to the sports section.
Jungkook retrieved the letter.
âđđ©đąđ” đźđąđ„đ„đŠđŻđŽ đźđŠ đźđ°đŽđ” đąđŁđ°đ¶đ” đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ¶đ„đ„đŠđŻ đžđŠđŠđŹđŠđŻđ„ đžđȘđ”đ© đ”đ©đŠ đŽđŻđąđłđŹđș đ€đ°đ¶đŽđȘđŻđŽ đȘđŽ đ”đ©đąđ” đ”đ©đȘđŽ đžđąđŽ đ”đ©đŠ đ°đŻđŠ đđąđ”đ¶đłđ„đąđș đ đ©đąđ„ đđąđźđ«đ°đ°đŻ đŽđ€đłđąđźđźđŠđ„ đąđžđąđș đžđȘđ”đ© đ©đȘđŽ đŻđŠđž đ§đđȘđŻđš.
đđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đšđȘđ·đȘđŻđš đ¶đ± đ”đ©đŠ đ€đ©đąđŻđ€đŠ đ§đłđŠđŠđ„đ°đź đ°đ§ đŻđ°đ” đ©đ°đđ„đȘđŻđš đŁđąđ€đŹ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ€đłđŠđąđźđŽ đȘđŻ đ§đąđ·đ°đłđŽ đ°đ§ đšđąđźđŠđŽ đžđȘđ”đ© đąđđđȘđŠđŽ whoâd đźđ¶đłđ„đŠđł đșđ°đ¶ đ§đ°đł đ±đłđ°đ±đŠđłđ”đș when đšđłđąđŻđ„-đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ đ”đ¶đłđŻđŽ đ°đ§đ§.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes but pouts nonetheless. As if he didnât already have a list of reasons why he didnât want to be here.
âđ đ°đ¶ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ° đźđąđŹđŠ đȘđ” đ¶đ± đ”đ° đźđŠ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đȘđŽ. đđź đ đ€đđŠđąđł?â
Jungkook nodded to the paper. He rounds an eye across the table and sees his two uncles having a heated discussion while his father bats no eye away from his paper.
Typical.
âđđ§ đ đ±đąđłđ” đșđ°đ¶đł đđŠđšđŽ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đ đšđŠđ” đ©đ°đđ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠđź, đŁđŠđŽđ” đŁđŠđđȘđŠđ·đŠ
đ đžđ°đ¶đđ„đŻâđ” đđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠđź đ«đ°đȘđŻ đ¶đŻđđŠđŽđŽ đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đ”đ©đŠđź đ©đŠđđ±đđŠđŽđŽđđș đČđ¶đȘđ·đŠđłđȘđŻđš đąđŻđ„ đ„đȘđłđ”đș. đđ¶đ” đžđ©đąđ” đ€đ°đ¶đŻđ”đŽ đ§đ°đł đžđąđłđŻđȘđŻđš đžđ©đŠđŻ đ đŹđŻđ°đž đ©đ°đž đșđ°đ¶ đžđ°đ¶đđ„ đŠđŻđ«đ°đș đ”đ©đąđ”.â
Jungkook fussed in his chair, pretends to put another forkful in his mouth but swallowing appeared particularly dicey at the moment.
âđ đ°đ¶âđłđŠ đŁđđ¶đŽđ©đȘđŻđš, đąđłđŠđŻâđ” đșđ°đ¶?â Jungkook places his cool hand on his burning ear and cheek.
âđđ° đŠđąđŽđș đ”đ° đłđȘđđŠ, đźđș đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đ·đȘđčđŠđŻ.â
He pats the dampness over his forehead.
âđđŠâđŽ đłđȘđšđ©đ” đ”đ©đŠđłđŠ, đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ, đȘđŽđŻâđ” đ©đŠ? đ đȘđźđąđšđȘđŻđŠ đ©đȘđź đŽđȘđ”đ”đȘđŻđš đ°đŻ đ”đ©đŠ đ§đąđł đŽđȘđ„đŠ đ©đŠđąđ„ đ°đ§ đ”đ©đŠ đ”đąđŁđđŠâ
đŽđ°đźđŠ đŠđčđ±đŠđŻđŽđȘđ·đŠ đ„đąđłđŹ đ”đžđŠđŠđ„ đ«đąđ€đŹđŠđ” đ°đŻ đ€đ©đŠđ€đŹđŠđłđŠđ„ đŽđ©đȘđłđ”, đą đšđłđŠđŠđŻ đŁđ°đž đ”đȘđŠ đŠđ·đŠđŻ đ”đ©đ°đ¶đšđ© đ©đŠâđŽ đ°đŻ đą đŽđąđȘđ„ /đ·đąđ€đąđ”đȘđ°đŻ/.
This time Jungkook bursts out laughing, but only rescued by his uncle rising noisily,
âAnyone care for a TT duals game early noon? Weatherâs fair so why not seep out the best of it.â
The table buzzes with affirmations, so Jungkook nods as well, slides the letter under the table simultaneously.
âHow about you, Kul?â
Jungkook watched as his father folded up the paper and shook his head.
/Oh my God,/ Jungkook thinks in a huge exclamation. /He is wearing a tweed jacket and a green bow tie/
âI wouldâve loved to,â said Robert, âbut I'm afraid I have some work to finish.â He gestures non-apologetically.
"On a Saturday morning?â Said aunt Su, standing at the laden sideboard, filling her plate for a third time.
âAfraid soâ replied his father. âAnd unfortunately I might need Jungkookâs assistance for it before we sit for our Bible read in time. So he too might not..â
He rose from the table, a loud screech of the chair, and glanced towards his son,
âI'll be in my bedroom. Please get me the blue folders and the phonebook later.â
Jungkook nodded and waited for him to leave the room.
Before returning to his letter he noticed that his father left his glasses on the table. Heâd take them through to him once heâs done.
His cousins and uncles begin to vacate the room in preps of the game he wouldnât be joining.
After a long exhale, he places the letter on the table in front of him and straightens the page to only now notice the doodles on the corners of it.
âđđŠđ” đźđŠ đ”đŠđđ đșđ°đ¶ đźđș đ±đđąđŻđŽ đ§đ°đł đ°đ¶đł đąđŻđŻđȘđ·đŠđłđŽđąđłđș đžđ©đȘđđŠ đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ đȘđŽ đąđžđąđș đąđ” đ©đȘđŽ đ€đ°đŻđ§đŠđłđŠđŻđ€đŠ đȘđŻ đđŠđ°đ¶đ. đ'đ·đŠ đŁđ°đ°đŹđŠđ„ đ¶đŽ đŁđąđ€đŹ đȘđŻđ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đđȘđŁđȘđŽ,
đŽđ° đžđŠ'đđ đŁđŠ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đŠ đŽđąđźđŠ đłđ°đ°đź đȘđŻ đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đžđŠ đŽđ±đŠđŻđ” đ°đ¶đł đ§đȘđłđŽđ” đŻđȘđšđ©đ” đ”đ°đšđŠđ”đ©đŠđł. đđ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ đ'đ·đŠ đšđ°đ” đ”đȘđ€đŹđŠđ”đŽ đ§đ°đł đ”đ©đŠ đ°đ±đŠđłđą.â
Jungkook gasps freely for the first time since he started reading.
His knee bounces excitedly as he wiggles in his seat a little.
âđđ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ”âđŽ đ°đŻđđș đ”đ° đšđŠđ” đșđ°đ¶ đŽđŠđ”. đ đ±đđąđŻ đą đ€đ©đąđŻđšđŠ đ°đ§ đąđ”đźđ°đŽđ±đ©đŠđłđŠ đ°đŻđ€đŠ đžđŠ đ©đąđ·đŠ đłđŠđ”đ¶đłđŻđŠđ„ đ”đ° đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđȘđ·đąđ€đș đ°đ§ đ°đ¶đł đłđ°đ°đź.â
âđ đžđąđŻđ” đșđ°đ¶ đ”đ° đŁđŠ đ”đȘđŠđ„ đ„đ°đžđŻ đ”đ° đą đ§đ°đ¶đł đ±đ°đŽđ”đŠđł đŁđŠđ„, đ°đł đ·đȘđ€đŠ đ·đŠđłđŽđą; đžđȘđ”đ© đșđ°đ¶ đ±đŠđłđ©đąđ±đŽ đŽđ”đąđŻđ„đȘđŻđš đ°đ·đŠđł đźđŠ đȘđŻ đŻđ°đ”đ©đȘđŻđš đŁđ¶đ” đ”đ©đąđ” đđȘđ”đ”đđŠ đđąđžđșđŠđł đłđ°đŁđŠ đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽ,
đžđ©đȘđ€đ© đșđ°đ¶ đžđȘđđ đ¶đŻđ„đ° đŽđđ°đžđđș đ”đ° đłđŠđ·đŠđąđ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đŁđđ¶đŽđ©đȘđŻđš đąđđ đ°đ·đŠđł.â
Jungkook exhales nasally and gulps down the pathetic little whine that lurches up his throat.
âđđŻđ„, đźđș đ„đąđłđđȘđŻđš,
đžđŠâđłđŠ đŻđ°đ” đ”đ° đłđŠđđŠđąđŽđŠ đŠđąđ€đ© đ°đ”đ©đŠđł đ¶đŻđ”đȘđ đ đ©đąđ·đŠ đźđąđ„đŠ đșđ°đ¶ đŽđ€đłđŠđąđź đąđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ”đ°đ± đ°đ§ đșđ°đ¶đł đŽđ”đąđźđȘđŻđą, đ”đ©đŠ đžđąđș đșđ°đ¶ đ„đȘđ„ đȘđŻ đ”đ©đąđ” đ¶đŻđ„đŠđłđšđłđ°đ¶đŻđ„ đđ°đ·đŠ đźđ°đ”đŠđ.â
His cheeks are aflame, Jungkook fans them with the free hand and places his foot over the other just to calm the jitters.
âđđ°đŻâđ” đšđŠđ” đąđđ đžđ°đłđŹđŠđ„ đ¶đ± đąđđłđŠđąđ„đș. đ đ°đ¶đł đžđȘđŻđ„đ°đž đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đŁđŠ /đąđ€đ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ”đąđđđș/ đđŠđ§đ” đ°đ±đŠđŻ đđ°đŻđ„đąđșâ
âđđŻđ”đȘđ đ”đ©đŠđŻ,
đ đ°đ¶đłđŽ đąđŻđ„ đșđ°đ¶đłđŽ đ°đŻđđș
đđąđŠđ©đșđ¶đŻđšâ
Jungkook drops his head and squeals, pink and heated; wondering how would he be stealing his fatherâs robe again.
He was about to turn back to the front page and read the letter again when he noticed the P.S.
âđ.đ. đ đžđąđŽ đ©đ°đ±đȘđŻđš đșđ°đ¶ /đąđ€đ€đȘđ„đŠđŻđ”đąđđđș/ đąđđŽđ° đ§đ°đłđšđŠđ” đ”đ° đšđłđ°đ°đź đșđ°đ¶đłđŽđŠđđ§ đ”đ©đȘđŽ đ”đȘđźđŠ.â
With a scandalized gasp, Jungkook jolts.
He looks up to see that his fatherâs glasses were no longer on the table.
âWhat scoundrel could write such a scurrilous letter to a woman?â demanded his father, adjusting his glasses.
Jungkook flinched and turned, horrified to see his father standing behind her and staring down at the letter, beads of sweat appearing on his freshly alummed upperlip.
âDon't ask me,â he shrugged coolly, as he casually folded the letter, and slid it into the envelopeâ address side downwards.
âI know she is a grown woman now, but today I would keep Jihyo in my prayers lest she does something to upset our religion.â
He smiles when his father pats his head proudly before walking away.
âđ.đ.đâ đđș đ·đȘđčđŠđŻ đŁđŠđ”đ”đŠđł đŻđ°đ” đđŠđ” đ”đ©đŠ đ±đłđ¶đŻđŠ đšđŠđ” đą đŽđȘđšđ©đ” đ°đ§ đ”đ©đȘđŽ.â
~Fin~
Be my darlings and overlook all the typos