Days blurred together as Jungkook navigated the rigorous military training. Nights were filled with thoughts of Yeoda's letters, each one a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos.

Letter after letter, Yeoda's humor and sass seeped into Jungkook's heart. He found himself grinning uncontrollably, imagining her facial expressions as she wrote:

"Yo Paal dabba, I hope you're not getting too muscular, or I'll have to start calling you Hulk-kook."

"Where's my bakeu guy? Missing you so much! Or i have to say that I miss your regular weverse lives? Anyways, Send me a selfie with your military haircut. Kekekekeke- (as If I got your number)"

"Jungkook-ah, did you know that I've started a 'Free Jungkook' campaign? Just kidding... or am I?"

As Jungkook read, his initial amusement transformed into genuine interest. He began to notice the subtle vulnerability beneath Yeoda's playful words. Her letters became his anchor, a reminder that someone, somewhere, truly understood him.

One evening, as Jungkook sat on his bunk, he picked up a pen and paper. For the first time, he wrote back to Yeoda, mirroring her tone:

"Bratty fangirl!

Stop making me laugh during drills! My instructor thinks I'm crazy, and honestly, I'm starting to think it too, thanks to your ridiculous letters. I mean, who uses the phrase 'Hulk-kook' unironically?

Free Jungkook campaign? You're ridiculous, but I love it. Keep spreading the word. I can already see the headlines: 'K-pop Idol Held Captive by Military, Fans Demand Freedom.' You're my own personal Loki, orchestrating chaos.

Missing you too, but don't tell anyone. It's our little secret. Don't worry, I won't post about it on social media... yet.

Send me more memes, and please, for the love of all things K-pop, stop making fun of my military haircut. I know it's not my best look, but hey, I'm still rocking it.

By the way, what's with all the Hulk-kook jokes? Am I that buff now? Do I need to start flexing in the mirror?

You know, your letters are the highlight of my day. They make me feel like I'm still connected to the world outside these barracks. Like I'm not just a soldier, but still Jungkook, the international playboy.

Keep writing, Yeoda. Keep making me smile. Keep driving me crazy with your jokes.

P.S. If you start a petition to free me, make sure to include a clause for unlimited BTS concerts upon my release.

P.P.S Don't tell Namjoon Hyung that I said that. *Insert shh emoji*

P.P.P.S (Yes, I know, too many Ps) Send snacks. Your brother ain't sharing me his- *insert pouting emoji* (if some some emoji exists like that)

- Your paal dabba, Jungkook (I loved that nickname and I hope it means nothing offensive sassy queen)"

As he sealed the envelope, Jungkook realized his feelings for Yeoda went beyond gratitude. He was developing genuine emotions for this quirky, charming fangirl.

The thought both thrilled and terrified him.

*Cliffhanger:* Jungkook's letter finds its way to Yeoda, who's taken aback by the unexpected response. Her heart skips a beat as she reads his words, sensing a newfound connection.

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"THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE RIGHT???? THE MIGHTY JEON JUNGKOOK WROTE ME A LETTER BACK???  OK SOMEONE HELP ME TO GET OUT FROM THIS DELUSIONAL WORLD"

Yeoda screamed earning a smack from Zaiva.
"Oh my god!!! I already ship YEOKOOK" said Zaiva jumping like a monkey she is.

"Wait? What in the K-drama is this?" Yeoda blurted out a question in confusion only to get an answer from Zaiva.

"Who knows this could be an •Unconventional Love•"

"If you say so...." Yeoda's voice trailed off as she suddenly whipped her head towards Zaiva and slapped her arms playfully.

"Aish girl! That's something beyond delusional so shut it!" She shouted while blushing making Zaiva laugh at her cuteness.

Yeoda's eyes once again landed on the letter and widened, still grasping the reality of Jungkook's letter. "This can't be real. I must be dreaming!" She pinched herself, wincing at the pain.

Zaiva bounced around her, squealing, "OH. MY. GOSH! Yeo babe!!!, this is like a K-drama come true!"

Yeoda shook her head, trying to clear the haze. "Zai!!!, stop. This isn't a drama. This is my life, and I'm freaking out!" She whined desperately.

Zaiva halted mid-bounce, grinning mischievously. "That's exactly why this is perfect! You and Jungkook – who would've thought?"

Yeoda's face flushed. "Don't even joke about that. He's Jungkook, for crying out loud! I'm just a fan."

Zaiva's grin widened. "A fan who received a handwritten letter from the man himself. That's not just any fan, Yeodeokiieeeee!!."

Yeoda's hands trembled as she re-read Jungkook's letter, her heart racing.

Soon Yeoda's phone buzzes with an unexpected text from an unknown number.

"Did you enjoy my letter sassy queen yeo?😏"

Here I go! With a cliff hanger! Kekekeke! I love impatient readers so yeah! Why not?? 😂

~Zaiva (Author) singing off here💥👀