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"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."

— Hellen Keller

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

The bullying has resumed. I repeat. The bullying has resumed.

Today, it was badder than usual.

You pushed me towards the lockers, and I felt like I was in those melodramatic movies, where my back collided into the lockers and I heard a sickening crunch, but in reality, no danger was in view.

I walked home with a heavy backpack and a sore back.

I traded my jeans and hoodie for some comfortable sweatpants and a white tank top.

Then, I laid down on my bed, scrolling through my phone.

Damn, memes can really make a person's day.

Suddenly, I heard a soft knock from the front of my room but I shook it off as hallucination. A louder knock drifted from the door, and I knew that it was not my imagination.

"Come in," I yelled, stuffing my phone in the pocket provided by the sweatpants, expecting Jisoo-unnie to come in with a platter of fruits for us to eat.

Instead, I was met with the sight of Rosé, her brown hair tied in a high bun and wearing ramen pajamas.

"Jendeukie-unnie," she said, walking into my room and taking a seat besides me on my bed, "are you okay? Lately, you've been down."

Chaeyoung herself goes to a therapist every week and for the last three years she's gone, she's tried and tried and tried and tried and tried to get me to go along with her. But my stubborn ass would not admit that I needed help.

I smiled. "Of course, Chaeng, why wouldn't I be?"

Her lower lip trembled as she looked at me. "I saw V shove you today."

The smile on my face immediately disappeared. "Chaeyoung, you know how much he hates me. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Why does he hate you so much? And why do you love him?"

"Do you think if I could choose who to love, I would choose him?"

She nodded. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

I'm blessed, really, to have such good friends. But I wish that you could love me as equally.

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾