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"Kisses are a better fate than wisdom."

— E.E. Cummings

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

When I woke up, I remember seeing you. You were there, waiting patiently and anxiously.

"Jendeukie?!" you shouted in glee, before the school nurse waltzed in, kicking you out.

Everything that's happened took a minute to settle in.

I was hit accidentally, and, using my context clues, taken to the nurse's office. I was in a bed, one of those beds they have for when you're feeling dizzy in school and need to lay down.

The nurse was yapping about my self-care. "Oh, dear, you better watch where you're going. Next time you fall over a chair and hit your head, it's going to cost more than just a nap to take the pain away. You should be grateful that someone like V was able to rescue you, you insolent child!"

Then, she started speaking to me about my medication and precautions. "If there is any pain, contact your doctor. I didn't inform your parents, since the accident was very minor, but be careful."

With that, her haughty footsteps left the room and you resumed your position at the chair next to me.

"Why did you save me?" I asked, hoping that you were warming up to me.

But I learned long ago to not hope, because you didn't want to get your hopes crushed.

You looked at me with a pinched face. "I only saved you to save myself from trouble. Don't think you're special, Kim Jennie."

Jennie Kim, I wanted to correct you, to just be right for once. But, alas, I didn't.

Later, you snuck me out of the nurse's office, and got me to my dorm without my members knowing about my incident.

I wish you would reciprocate my feelings, but I know that won't ever happen. You wouldn't love trash like me.

Never.

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾