Dear Paal Dabba (a.k.a. My Future Husband, a.k.a. The Love of My Life, a.k.a. The Reason I'm Losing Sleep),

I'M DEAD. RESURRECT ME WHEN YOU GET BACK FROM THE MILITARY. OR BETTER YET, COME BACK NOW AND RESURRECT ME YOURSELF. I PROMISE I WON'T COMPLAIN (MUCH). ACTUALLY, WHO AM I KIDDING? I'LL COMPLAIN A LOT, BUT IT'LL BE WORTH IT.

Your letter was the ultimate fan service. I'm framing it, and it's going straight to my "Jungkook Shrine" next to your posters, albums, and the endless screenshots of your selfies. I'M NOT OBSESSED, I SWEAR.

"Missing you too, but don't tell anyone. It's our little secret."

UM, EXCUSE ME?! Did Jungkook just get cute?! I MEAN, I KNOW YOU'VE ALWAYS BEEN CUTE, BUT THIS TIME IT'S DIFFERENT. IT'S LIKE YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME WITH CUTENESS??. IS THIS SOME KIND OF MILITARY TACTIC?

Don't worry; I won't tell anyone. My lips are sealed (until I tell Zaiva, because, priorities). BUT SERIOUSLY, WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO PROTECT? THE WORLD FROM MY FANGIRLING? OR YOUR REPUTATION FROM BEING TARNISHED BY MY RIDICULOUSNESS?

NEWSFLASH: YOUR REPUTATION IS ALREADY TARNISHED, THANKS TO ME BABY~

Your military haircut? STILL ROCKING IT,  YOU HOT SOLDIER! I mean, who needs hair when you've got those piercing eyes and that chiseled jawline? YOU'RE EVEN MAKING THE MILITARY LOOK TOO GOOD.
(Not surprising tho- cuz you always rocked every style and I wonder how you'll rock the Indian groom style ;) )

I'll keep writing, but only if you promise to keep laughing. AND SMILING. AND BREATHING. BECAUSE, LET'S FACE IT, YOU'RE THE REASON I'M STILL ALIVE. AND IF YOU DON'T RESPOND, I'LL SEND ZAIVA TO FIND YOU.

And, yes, I'll start that "Free Jungkook" campaign. Who needs Amnesty International when we have ARMY? WE'LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE IN NO TIME. AND WHEN YOU'RE FREE, WE'LL GET MARRIED, HAVE KIDDOS, AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER.

Send snacks (and selfies). Your brother ain't sharing his.

Nah but you seriously shouldn't be complaining this to me cuz I'm no different from my brotha- got it?

Missing your ridiculousness (and face, and voice, and everything),

P.S. Don't think you're off the hook that easily. Expect more ridiculous letters.

P.P.S. If you get in trouble for smiling during drills, blame me. I'LL TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR CORRUPTING THE MIGHTY JEON JUNGKOOK.

P.P.P.S. Can I visit you in the military? I promise to bring snacks (and my A-game). I miss my brotha as well but don't let him know that- he'll go into his own headspace then.
Ta-ta~~

Yours future wifey~
Kim Yeoda ✨

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Yeoda sat on her bed, surrounded by Jungkook's posters and fan merchandise. She held up her latest letter to Jungkook, admiring her handwriting. Zaiva burst into the room, laughing.

Zaiva flopped beside Yeoda, snatching the letter from her hands. "OMG, YEO!!! YOU'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED TO JUNGKOOK BEFORE YOU EVEN MEET HIM IN PERSON!!!"

Yeoda's face turned bright red as she tried to retrieve her letter. "Hey, don't jinx it!!" She grinned mischievously. "But seriously, who wouldn't want to marry that face?"

Zaiva chuckled, shaking her head. "YEO, YOU'RE SUCH A QUEEN! COMMANDING JUNGKOOK TO MARRY YOU FROM AFAR." She teased, making Yeoda blush deeper.

Yeoda playfully rolled her eyes, tossing a pillow at Zaiva. "Shut up."

Zaiva dodged the pillow, giggling. "Okay, okay. But seriously, Yeo, you're really invested in this." Her expression softened.

Yeoda's smile faltered for a moment before she nodded. "Oh yeah Zai, it's scary... I thought it was just an idol-fan dynamic then I moved to the stage where I called its all just an infatuation but I can feel something more to this relationship of mine with jungkook but I should keep it to myself cuz of it's love that what iam feeling then it's totally an Unconventional Love"

Zaiva wrapped an arm around Yeoda's shoulders. "I know, Yeo. And I've got your back."

The two friends shared a warm smile, surrounded by the colorful chaos of Yeoda's Jungkook shrine.

So for all your kind information!
Zaiva doesn't knows that yeoda is Kim Taehyung's Ratha Bandham (blood related lol)

See you all in next chap cuxies~