Certainly not as handsome as you described. On another note, I really don’t personally think I’m THAT handsome. I’m guessing your assignment was to demonstrate your soulmate gene? I loved it, by the way. Maybe you could make some of the transitions longer? Or you could add in some more shots of the girl character waiting while the boy character writes. You wanted constructive criticism, but I honestly don’t know what you could fix. I cried a little before my roommate came into the room and then I cried a lot after he left. By no means was the short film I just watched anything close to trash. You and I have two very different definitions of the word ‘trash,’ I think. He shook his head and clicked his pen a few times before letting the end of it rest against his plush lip. Why did you think this was trash? Why on earth would you think this was trash? The editing was great, the music choice was great, maybe some transitions were a little abrupt, but, he didn’t know what to tell you to fix. “She’ll love it, I promise.” Namjoon grinned, taking the letter from his brother before turning back to his desk. For (Y/N).” He held out the envelope, sealed and addressed to you. “What? No.” Namjoon lied, wiping the tears that had formed away. “Hyung, are you crying?” Taehyung had wandered into Namjoon’s studio, eyes wide in curiosity. But if you get lucky, sometimes, fate sends you someone worth writing back.” A paper airplane drifting out on the wind. Then, there was a voiceover, a girl’s voice he could only hope belonged to you. Namjoon’s heart raced and a dimpled smile found its way onto his face once more.

As he did, a collection of balled-up papers began to accumulate, one of them rolling off of the desk and onto the floor.Įventually, the girl character checked the mail again and found an envelope inside it. The next shot was a boy sitting on a bed, reading over a piece of paper, a shot of him settling down at a desk and pulling out a pen, writing and writing and writing. Her cheeks were pinked from the cold outside.

She looked sad, dressed up for fall in a beanie and a scarf. Instead, it was another girl about your age. There was a sigh, and the camera panned out to someone Namjoon hoped was you, but it wasn’t. Then, there was a hand holding a key that unlocked the box with a little struggle and opened it, only to find nothing. Instead of the classic American mailbox with a red flag flying high, this was a metal box lodged into a wall, one unit among many. However, it wasn’t the sort of mailbox he expected. It was called ‘The Mailbox’ and the opening shot following the title screen was just that: a mailbox. When your project opened, the title was written in simple letters and soft piano music played in the background. Not that he thought you could ever make something awful, that wasn’t possible as far as he knew, but he wasn’t expecting something like this. Given all of the crap you had talked about the project awaiting the click of his finger, Namjoon expected something awful. Summary: When your soulmate tattoo shows up, an address, you figure it couldn’t hurt to send a letter, right?ġ, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, Epilogue

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