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"For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul."

— Judy Garland

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

Initially, I thought my ass was done.

But you thankfully did not cook me alive.

As we walked the streets of the world, you asked me questions containing the sweetest simplicity.

"Jennie, when were you born?"

"January 16, 1996."

"I'm... seventeen days older than you!"

At that response, I chuckled at your cuteness.

"Where were you born?"

"Seoul, South Korea."

"Oh."

There was a small silence, and the only noise that emitted from us were our footsteps that clicked against the concrete and the rustling of our grocery bags.

It was, at least, until I broke the quietness between us.

"Actually, I was born here, but for five years, I lived in New Zealand."

You looked at me in surprise. "Can you speak English?"

I grinned. "Yup!"

Your face was coated in wonder. "Why did you leave?"

The smile on my face immediately disappeared. "Um... well— after my eomma died, my father and I immigrated back from there."

Your face morphed into an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry, I really had no idea."

I waved it off. "It's fine, you didn't know."

We walked a bit more, and I said, "Well, I better get home. My members are probably waiting for me."

You nodded. "Okay, I'll drop you off."

I tried to tell you I would be fine dropping myself off, but you insisted strongly.

Persistence. One of your better traits.

Anyway, we walked home and I have to say, this was one of the best days I've had in a long time.

I just wish you were this nice everyday.

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾