Hey, so we are pen mates,

I'm not really good at this thing, so please don't mind, if I'm being weird. I'm from South Korea, and of course, you are from America.

It's been so long since I have written a letter. No, wait, I have never written letters. So I guess in this modern world of technology, using this method is going to be fun.

I look forward to knowing you as well as things about your country. Is that too formal? Anyway, I can't erase it so... Deal with it. I just hope you aren't some snobby ass American, and we could actually talk and communicate like humans so that I can complete my project.

Looking forward to your reply. Hoping you aren't a snobby American ;)

V

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J U N G K O O K

"Hey JK what are you laughing at?" A hand suddenly hit my back, giving me a heavy smack. I turned around to see the boy with his freshly dyed brown hair.

"It's nothing Hobi."

"Show me, you got a love letter. Glitter and all, huh?" That made me go into another fit of laughter.

"No, it's the letter from my foreign exchange assignment. It's some person from South Korea. Girl or Guy I'm not sure. When I saw the glitter, I thought it was girl, but damn if you read the letter, man." My laugh punctuated the sentence.

"Whatever, it is boring anyway. You are coming to the football match?"

"No I'm gonna bail today I think. I have to post the letter by tomorrow, I'll work on it tonight."

"Whatever Mr. Captain, if you aren't coming how are we supposed to play."

I shrugged, "You aren't playing an official game, why do you need me?"

"Well, the other team gets scared if you are there, and also we aren't complaining if we get more of the female audience," he winked.

I just shook my head at the ball of sunshine and walked out of the cafeteria. Leaving for the next class. I could not shrug off the letter from my mind, as the classes continued. Whoever the person was, it was a mystery. And I loved mysteries.

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"V..." I wondered aloud, what a weird pen name to have. What should I put up as my pen name? The person was intriguing, although he came across as quite rude, I try and imagine how he must be in real life.

I had changed to my pajamas after taking a nice hot shower. Finally finding some peace under the thrumming of water. The thoughts of the letter were still running through my head.

It was Thursday today, which means the person must have written the letter probably on Monday. What must be the person doing right now? I glanced at the grandfather clock sitting in the corner of my room that showed it was 7'o clock in the evening.

I retrieved the phone from where I had put it on the charge and googled the time difference between our countries.

"14 hours that's like, almost half a day ahead."

"Who are you talking to honey, come on down, I have the dinner ready for you." My mum called out, knocking on my door.

"Yes, mom. Just a minute." I shoved the letter in my drawer, before making my way down to the kitchen.

"You should call your mother Eomma Jungkook, you shouldn't give away your culture because you are in a different country. Is that what we have taught you?" My father sounded me out as I took my seat across him at the dinner table.

"No Appa, sorry."

The dinner was typical Korean food. It was the rule in their house, at least one time of the day they had a Korean meal. There were several side dishes to accompany the tteokbokki and japchae. My mouth watered at the sight of the rice cakes instantly picked up my chopsticks to dig in, only to see my father staring at me angrily.

Appa always keeps correcting me but I just cannot wrap my head around the Korean table manners.

"Jal meokgetseuminida," I said before looking up at my father, waiting for him to begin. Finally, when he did I sighed heavily. Thankfully able to eat the beloved rice cakes.

You might wonder how these manners weren't ingrained into me in the last 17 years of existence. I'll have to blame my father for that. My father had worked in Korea almost throughout my whole life, coming to visit only in the vacations. Mom and I had picked up on the American lifestyle in the meantime and now that father had finally shifted back here, to the US, the constant nagging for him to follow the Korean manners was irritating, even to Mom.

"How was your day, honey?"

"Nothing much," "Boring," both father and me replied at the same time. That made my mom laugh.

"I was asking Appa, Jungkook." She said winking at me, we both knew mom never called father my any endearings, but to not put him off I let it go.

"Well it was nothing much, it still taking time for me to adjust with the American branch but the work is still the same. But these people here don't have manners at all, just the other day the head manager turned up at work in shorts."

Mom just nodded in agreement, as if she agreed. I snorted, but not loud enough for Appa to hear.

"Eomma I'll be in my room, I have a project to complete," I said picking up my dish and taking it to the sink. I filled up a bottle of water for myself and took it to my room, for the night.

I pulled out the letter back from the drawer, I had hurriedly put it in. I hadn't given much thought to it earlier, but the handwriting was impressive, although it looked hurried, it had all the perfect cursive curves and flats. A hint of perfume still lingered on it, probably the person might have kept it in the pocket before posting it.

What should I reply, something sassy probably. I laughed at the thought. This term is going to be one hell of a journey.

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Hey sweets,
So I'm trying out this new genre. So don't overlook the mistakes, and point them out for me.  Btw today's RUN BTS episode had me wheezing. Also we got V's BE-log, I'm so happy. We are being fed.

Borahae 💜
Aarch :)