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"Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can't see yourself without."

— Anonymous

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

I saw you with Irene today.

But since I know that everybody who will never read this will want me to be my best self, I'm doing it.

I talked to the girls, pouring my heart out into our conversation.

I explained to them the bullying, the torture, the abuse, the pain, and everything I've gone through.

To say the least, they were shocked and angry I didn't tell them sooner.

But they gave me advice.

So I wore a cute outfit and styled my hair out nicely. Since I don't want to describe myself, just imagine something for now, and when you'll see me, you'll know.

When I went to school, I walked in, receiving many stares from people.

For the first time in my life, I received envious glances from girls and interested gazes from boys.

But like Lisa said, I don't want a boy, I need a man.

Unfortunately, you are that man.

I went to my locker and did my daily things.

But when you walked by, from my peripheral sight, you looked at me with some kind of longing. Irene was stuck on your side, and both of you walked by me.

Irene almost waved at me to say hello, but I saw you stop her.

Damn, boy, just leave her alone.

I rolled my eyes at you, trying to be bold. And holy shit, did it work.

Your eyebrows lifted in surprise.

You fucking saw me.

My life is complete.

I can die now.

But I kept my composure, smiling wickedly.

As I was walking to my first class, you told Irene something and she nodded in understanding.

You walked up to me and I didn't spare you a glance until you said, "Jendeukie, what are you doing?"

Bold of you, you know.

My heart melted from that nickname and I was about to jump in your arms from happiness. But then our situation hit me like a truck.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I sassed back.

You looked at me weirdly. "It's only been a month, in the dramas it's supposed to be years."

"For what?"

"When the love of your life changes after the breakup."

Holy fuck, what the fuck.

Did you just call me the love of your life?

You looked at me, amused, your face titled.

When you said those words, I choked.

"W-what?"

"You know, when you are in love with somebody."

I looked at you in rage. "If you want me back, you have to work for it."

"Who said I wanted you back?"

I massaged my temples in embarrassment, when your face turned into that boxy grin I fell for.

"I'm just kidding. And don't think I want you back because of this change. I really want you back because I regret what I did."

Just as I was about to turn away, you whispered under your breath, "Challenge accepted."

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾