Jeon Jungkook

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Jungkook, still very young, with childish features, was called up to war. The land, once peaceful and familiar, was now riddled with trenches and saturated with fear. But even in this hell, amid the roar of guns and the cries of the wounded, Jungkook found the strength to write. To write to Taehyung.

Each letter was like a breath of fresh air. He wrote about how he missed their walks together, how he dreamed of the day he would return home and they would laugh again, sitting by the river. He described his hopes for peace, for a future without war or suffering.

Taehyung waited. He waited with bated breath for each new letter. They were his only connection to Jungkook, his anchor in this stormy sea of ​​uncertainty. He reread them over and over again, absorbing every word, every line, as if trying to keep Jungkook close.

But time passed, and the letters dwindled. Taehyung's anxiety grew with each passing day. He felt something was wrong. And then, one day, the last letter arrived. It was written hastily, the ink smudged as if from tears. Jungkook wrote that their unit had come under fire, that he was wounded but alive. He asked Taehyung not to worry, promising to return. But the letter was never sent. It remained in the pocket of his threadbare overcoat, a silent witness to his final moments before losing consciousness.

Taehyung, upon receiving news that Jungkook's unit was under fire, couldn't sit still. He dropped everything and set out to search.

Finally, he reached the field hospital. Amid the groans and the smell of medicine, he searched for a familiar face. And found one. Jungkook was lying on a cot, pale and silent. But when Taehyung came closer, he saw Jungkook's eyes staring at him with complete incomprehension. There was not a trace of recognition in them. "Excuse me, who are you?" he asked quietly.