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"I carry your heart. (I carry it inside my heart.)"

— E.E. Cummings

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Dear Kim Taehyung.

My plane for New Zealand left yesterday. My appa picked me up, his clothes wrinkled and his scent alcoholic. The car ride was silent.

When we arrived home, he dropped me off and went off somewhere, probably to a club or to fuck one of those sluts he brings home.

I went inside my childhood room to unpack. Even though I'm only staying for two days, I needed something to do and I like to stay organized.

When I was done, dinner arrived.

I cooked myself some food and ate it quickly, to avoid my father.

I called my members and checked up on each other. Apparently, some people actually asked where I went, since I was absent.

They also said that you glanced around , a worried expression on your face, today. I was pretty happy, but did not get overly excited, to protect myself.

Then, while I was talking with the girls, I heard the front door open.

I knew it was my appa.

So I quickly told them it was time for bed, and they bid me a goodnight and cut the call.

Meanwhile, my brain cells were nowhere to be found in that moment.

"Jennie!"

I heard a shout from downstairs, and I gulped anxiously.

I went downstairs to see my father laying on the couch, alcohol bottle in hand.

Basically, he slapped me numerous times and called me "useless" while cursing.

I went to sleep with tears pouring down my face in a symmetrical manner.

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾