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"You are my heart, my life, my one and only thought."

— Arthur Conan Doyle

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

I wasn't going to write anymore letters, but then I thought, "Hey! They're actually quite fun to write."

Well, another bullying encounter happened.

I was standing near my locker, nowhere to go, mostly because my members went to get food, and I didn't want food.

Well, you came near me, smirking. How I love that smirk of yours.

The average amount of people in the halls were there, so nobody was going to notice you and I.

You reached me, put an arm around my waist, put your face in the crook of my neck and whispered, "You're pathetic and useless. You don't deserve to live."

I shivered, not because of your insults, but because of the close proximity. I liked the feeling, weirdly enough.

You then pushed my books off my arms, along with me. I fell on the floor, as you can guess.

I was about to pick up my books, when another hand, a small one, picked them up for me.

I was confused, wondering, "Who would help me?"

I saw Park Jimin, one of your best friends.

He looked sternly at you, handed me my books, and apologized profusely for your actions.

I then heard him scold you all the way to your friend circle.

You have some great friends, like mine.

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾