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It's been a long time since Taehyung had been to the post office that he almost forgot when the blackout dates were. He had a package to be sent to a friend’s relative, who asked Taehyung to deliver in his stead as a favor. The male had every reason to decline, but it was the same person who had given him the opportunity to work during the break when he needed money the most, so he allowed himself to swallow down whatever he has to and comply to his request. Besides, he has his own letter to deliver. One addressed to the hospital where the old man is confined to, along with the monthly payment for his confinement. Even with the struggle, never once had Taehyung thought life would’ve been better if his salary was spent on himself and his apartment rather than having two-thirds of it sent to the hospital. Not once. Taehyung sighed, breath visible due to the low temperature, and made his way down the short steps of the entrance to the closed office. What is he to do now? Without a destination in mind, he allowed his feet to drag him to whatever direction it leads him, the package tucked between his side and left arm whilst he messages his friend using his phone with his free hand.