AU where JK is self isolating in his apartment, and gets dumped via text from his boyfriend. This leads to days of crying alone, unable to leave to confront his ex, and then, one day, he hears something fall through his mail slot--

It's a letter from his next door neighbour.

I dont want to pry, or be rude, the letter says, and JK’s reads it with tear-swollen eyes. But I hear you crying every night, and I’m worried that you’re not okay. I know we’ve never met, and I know we can’t meet right now, but if you ever need a friend, you can always text me.

It’s got a number and a name, Namjoon, and a little p.s. that says “I washed my hands 4 times before I wrote this for you, don’t worry!” and JK is totally endeared and hyper curious, having never met his elusive neighbour before.

He sent a text that night, after another crying session in the shower, and Namjoon replies promptly, asking him how he is, if he’s eaten, if he’s bored. What are you doing to pass the time in lockdown? Namjoon asks.

Movies and games, I guess, JK replies.

JK learns that Namjoon works nights at a museum as a security guard, but that he’d been off with a mild cold, having to isolate until all symptoms were gone. JK wonders what he looks like, wonders if he’s old or young, wonders if Namjoon is just as bored as he is.

Send me your photo, JK messages, after three days of chatting over texts to each other. Can I see what you look like?

Only if I can see you too, Namjoon replies quickly, JK flushing with shame, rushing to a mirror to make sure he didn’t look too disgusting. He fixes his mussed hair, checks his teeth for food, and snaps something decent, sending it across, nervous, chewing his lip.

Namjoon’s comes through too, and JK gasps, locking his phone quickly, heart racing.

Namjoon was handsome. Namjoon was so, so handsome.

You are beautiful, the text on his phone read, when JK finally gathered the courage to check it. Why is someone so beautiful crying every night behind closed doors?

I got dumped, JK texts back, eyes filling with tears again, ashamed of himself for being so pathetic. Got dumped, couldn’t even go yell at him for doing it over text, while we’re all in lock down. Who does that?

His loss, Namjoon replied, JK’s heart skipping a beat. He’s going to regret it so much Jungkook, just you wait. Don’t take him back, when he comes crawling on his knees for you. Don’t take him back.

I won’t, JK texted with shaking fingers. I won’t, I promise. He pauses, and unsure of what to say now, and then Namjoon texts back, the words making JK’s mind blank in panic and excitement.

Can I call you?