I close the door behind me but sit at my desk, and I put the envelop down on it to only read the letter.

_

Hey,

I hope you haven’t changed your opinion on this "letter thing" and find it ridiculous, but I just want to get some news from you. I haven’t heard from you since you left, and I kind of want to know how everything is going on your side. Are you doing alright? Have you found a new job? I truly hope you’re fine. I miss you.

I also sent you one of Hyejoon’s drawings, he misses you too. Make sure to eat well and stay healthy. Take care. I can’t wait for your answer.
_

I smile in front of those words that mean the world to me. I did not expect him to actually send me something or simply think about me. I have never felt this happy for a letter.

Eager to see what Hyejoon drew, I take the other piece of paper, that I did not even notice, out of the envelope and check it out.

This is so adorable. I miss doing these kinds of things with him.

Feeling in a better mood, I do not waste time but look for a piece of paper and pen. I am going to send this today. I just need to ask something to my cousin who might help me get it there earlier.

[ hey, are you awake? >

In only a few seconds, I receive his answer.

< you scared me. I thought it was mister jeon, but yeah I am why? ]

[ lmao sorry. I just want to know if your mom drives you there today. >

< she does ]

[ Can you ask her to pass by my house, please? I have a letter for Mister Jeon, but I want him to receive it today >

< ok, I’ll tell her. When do you want us to come? ]

[ As soon as you can, it doesn’t matter. I leave my house at 7, so if she ever goes later to Mister Jeon’s house, you can pass by the coffee shop where I work. It’s closer to his house to be honest >

< alright we’ll pass by your house then because I need to be there for 6:30. How much do I get for this? 🙂 ]

[ my gratefulness. >

< are you serious? You’re loaded because of him, you could show your gratefulness with money. You selfish ass ]

[ alright. Ill give you something, you beggar >

< thanks kind cousin ]

I smile at this idiot but hurry to write the letter.

•••

6:30 pm.

'JUNGKOOK’S P.O.V'

"Good morning," I greet this young boy, and we both bow to each other. "Good morning, Mister Jeon. How are you doing?" he steps inside and takes his shoes off as I moved back. "Good, good. What about you?"

"Good too," he smiles and hangs his coat on the coat rack, but he puts his bag down on the back of the sofa and opens the zipper. "I have something to give you, Mister Jeon," he looks for it in his bag, so I do not move from my spot and wait to see what it is, wondering what he could have for me. "Here," he takes an envelope out and hands it to me, making me understand quite quickly what this is. "This is from y/n, she wanted you to receive it today."

"Thank you," I take it but oddly feel pleased. I was not sure whether she would answer or ignore me. "There’s some coffee if you want to drink. I’m going to read this," I hold it up, but he nods to me to tell me he understands, so I head to my office to be alone. I open this envelope and sit down on my desk chair. I unfold this piece of paper but smell her fragrance radiate from it. This makes me miss her so much more.

_

Hey,

You have no idea how happy this makes me to receive this from you. To be honest with you, I wanted to text you or something, but I did not dare to do it, so no, I don’t find it ridiculous at all. I’m doing fine. I found a new job, and I work at a coffee shop, the boss is a bit strict, but that is not a surprise. I got too used to having a considerate and kind boss ahah. What about you though? How is everything going? I hope you’re not going through a hard time again, but if you ever do, don’t forget that I’m always here for you and you can reach out to me whenever you need or want. I miss you too…I miss you all a lot.

Thank you, this is so adorable!
_

I keep on reading those words she wrote for me with her pretty handwriting, feeling the comfort that I missed getting from her. This is with some distance between us, but this still means as much as it did when she was near me. The curve of my lips does not go down as I cannot erase the joy felt from this. I hope her boss is not too much of a jerk though, I want her to be treated well and to not consider her job as too much of a burden she hates to do.

Since I still have some time left before leaving the house, I already write the answer that I will have to mail. What could I write? There are so many things that I would like to tell her but which I cannot. I wish I could tell her that I want to hold her, that I miss hugging her, hearing her, feeling her near me, but those are words I must keep to myself.

_

I’m glad to hear this from you, this relieves me. You should not hold back from texting me though, why did you not do it? That would have made me so happy. You can always reach out to me too, I’m here for you like I’ve always been, nothing has changed regarding that.

Yes, I’m doing good too, I’m just tired and struggle with sleep as always, but I asked for some pills that are safe, it’s just made from plants to relax me, so I hope this will work. Your boss better not be a jerk, otherwise, I’ll come and have a talk with this man. You’re not too tired or stressed out because of him, are you? It better not be the case. Where is the coffee shop though? If you don’t mind telling me.

He’s always adorable, my baby’s skills are improving ahah.

By the way, does the little stealer that you are still have the small rock that you stole from my pool^^?
_

I check everything that I wrote to make sure I do not leave any mistakes, and once I am sure everything is good, I fold the paper properly to put it in a new envelope. I close it and stand up to head out of this room, and I walk up to the front door, taking a look at Hyuk, who is chatting with Hajoon in the kitchen. I place the letter on the console table, and I spray my new cologne on my neck and inner wrists.

"Are you already leaving, dad?" my son asks from the kitchen, and I glance at my reflection in front of me to see if my dress shirt and tie look perfect. "Yes, I have to mail a letter. Why? Do you want me to drive you to school?"

"I wouldn’t mind if you can," he walks closer to me to show his face, and I put my suit jacket on. "Get ready then," I put my shoes on, and he hurries to do so. "See you later Hyuk. Have a good day," I tell goodbye to him as he joined us, and he bows to me. "See you, Mister Jeon. Have a good day at work too."

I smile and grab the envelope to step out and let my son lead the way to my car. "What is this letter for?" his curiosity takes the upper hand on him, and I chuckle. "For y/n," I do not lie or hide it, I unlock the doors of my car, and we both enter it. "Y/n? Why?"

"I’ve sent her one a few days ago, and she answered me just today, so we’re talking to each other this way," I smile without even realizing, but he does too, probably noticing how happy it makes me. "Like old people," he mocks me, not understanding how way more meaningful and special a handwritten letter is compared to a simple text. "Hey, don’t judge. Okay? You don’t know how this feels to receive and read a letter with the handwriting, the fragrance that can be left on it, feeling the paper in your hand. All those things. This is better than texting to me."

"If you say so," he closes his seat belt, and I turn the ignition on. "What did she say though?"

"She’s doing good. She found a new job and works at a coffee shop, but she told me her boss is a bit strict," I mention this since I cannot get this detail away from my mind. "She should come back here…" he never gives up on this thought he wants to be true. "We should let her do what makes her happy and comfortable, Hajoon."

"She doesn’t feel happy over there, if she did, she wouldn’t complain about her boss," he states half of the truth but without sounding annoyed. "And she left, but she wasn’t happy about leaving since she cried."

"She cried?" I frown, unaware of this. "Yeah," he nods and glances at me. "When you left because you were about to cry too, she hugged me, then I brought her to the uber, that’s where I saw her cry," his words impact my mood. I did not even know about that. I did see that she was not feeling good when she handed me her resignation letter, but I thought this was only caused by some discomfort and nervousness. "Have you talked about it with her since then?" I ignore the fact that he figured out the reason why I left when she had to go.

"Yes…but she doesn’t want me to tell you," he cannot reveal it, but I still try to make sure this is not because of something negative. "This is not because I might have done something bad, right?"

"No, don’t worry. This is just because she’d rather keep it between us, but this isn’t for a bad reason or anything like that," he reassures me as much as he can, but I still cannot trust those words to the full. It makes me anxious. “I want to ask you a question though," he does not reduce the amount of anxiousness inside of me, but I let him go ahead while being careful on the road. "Do you still love…you know who?" he confuses me for a second, and I quickly understand who he is talking about. "Your mom?" I have a glimpse of his facial expression, and he nods. "Why don’t you call her mom anymore?" I do not keep this question to myself, worried about this matter.

"I hate her…I don’t want to anymore," he replies without beating around the bush. "She does not deserve to be called that. She does not care anymore anyway, so we shouldn’t either,” the bitterness remains in his throat. "Why do you hate her?" I stop at a red light and put my hand on the gearshift, and my eyes direct their attention on him. "Because of what she did to you and us. I’ll never forgive her, but anyway, you haven’t answered my question."

"Yeah," I do not try to avoid it since the answer is not difficult to give. "I don’t love her anymore, and I’ll never do again, for the same reason as you. You know, it started three years ago, but this was nothing at first. I thought it was just because of me and my job, I don’t know, then it all got worse one year ago."

"And would you forgive her one day?" he asks, probably for a reason in particular that I do not know. I go back on the road but continue this conversation that feels very important between us. "I’ll listen to her if she has some things to say to me, but I’ll never forgive her because this is not just about me, but about my children. Especially Hyejoon, I’d never have believed once in my life, that she would be capable of doing this to me…so no, I’ll never be able to forgive her."

"And I was curious about something else," he speaks like he is not always curious about everything, and I smile but keep quiet to be all ears. "Uhm…What would you do if you ever meet another woman in a few months or weeks? Could you fall in love with her?"

"It all depends on the situation, but I hardly believe that this could happen," I give him my most honest answer, and I stop the car since I reached the collection box. "Why? And what kind of situation would make it different?"

"The relationship I have with y/n," I take the envelope in my hand and unbuckle my seat belt. "I think I will have her on my mind all the time, and I won’t be able to fall in love with another woman again. Not so soon."

"And what if, one day, you ever get to know that y/n found someone and has a boyfriend?" his tricky question keeps me speechless for a few seconds, I toy with the envelope, staring at the road and wondering what that would provoke to me emotionally. "I think…" different words come to my mind, the silence following my voice as Hajoon seems very interested to know more. "I think this will, maybe not hurt, but sting," I shrug and fake a smile. "I’ll be happy to know that she found someone and is happy, but that will sting a little."

"That won’t happen anyway," he states as if he was in y/n’s mind, and I chuckle at him. "How can you be so confident about it?"

"She’ll wait for you. I know it," he says, and my instinct tells me right away that y/n told him something about this. "She’ll wait as much as she has to because she loves you."

My heart rejects this word that I cannot trust anymore, but the feeling this just sent through me causes some weirdness. "She knows she doesn’t have to. She can date whoever she wants to."

"But you’re the one she wants. This is obvious,” he does not change his mind about this one thought, and I smile but do not say anything more regarding this. "Anyway, let me mail this," I open the door and get out to do it.

•••

5:20 pm.

"Welcome back, Mister Jeon," the young boy greets me, playing with my baby in his arms. I smile at him. "Hey, how was your day?" I ask him, hoping for his answer to not worry me. "It was good, and yours?" he shows some unwanted anxiousness in front of me, and I take my shoes and coat off to get comfortable. "It was okay," I do not give him the details like I would have done if it were y/n, and I head to the kitchen but fall upon Hajoon already eating. I take a closer look at his food but see that this is the rest of what we could not finish yesterday because of how much the sweet girl pampered us with different meals.

"Hey," I lean over the kitchen island to invade his personal space and get noticed by him, but he looks at me with his mouth full, making me chuckle out of disbelief. "What?" he chews on it, but I grab his chopsticks and steal some of it. "I love her food too. Why did you take everything?"

"Early birds get the worm," he chuckles but does not even relieve me by saying he left some for me. "Next time she gives us some food, I hide it from you," I joke with him but move to the fridge to find something to eat. "Have you-"

"I’ll tell her about that," he interrupts me when I wanted to ask a question to Hyuk, so I grin but turn around to look at y/n’s cousin. "Have you eaten anything?"

"I did, I had some in my bag," he confirms, but I still check up on him. "What was it?" I keep the door of the fridge open but undo my tie. "Sandwiches my mom made for me," he tells me, and I do not bother him anymore since these are not simple snacks. "Okay, I’m going to eat this then," I grab some rice and kimchi leftovers, having no choice but to feed myself with something nutritious. I place my tie down on a stool and put my food in the microwave to warm it up. "How was your day at school?" I lean back on the kitchen counter, and Hajoon drifts his eyes away from his laptop to peek at me.

"Good, I got good marks on my math test," he gives me good news, and I praise him. "I’m proud of you," I sit down next to him, and I dig in my food but invite Hyuk to join us and not stay all alone with my baby. "Have you talked to y/n today?" I cannot help but be curious about this. "Yeah, she said she’s doing fine, so no need to be worried about her," he knows exactly the reason why I asked him, getting me to grin. "Good."

"You should text her instead of sending your letters like an old man. You’d know in a few minutes how she’s doing. Just saying," he states the facts, but I still keep my opinion on this. "I will, but for now, I love the letters, so leave me alone."

"Also," he lifts his chopsticks up. "I asked her where the coffee shop is, and it’s the one just right in front of the school I used to go to when I was little," he reveals what I wanted to know. "You’re still little," I bug him, and he punches my arm, but I laugh and eat the rest of my food.