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"If you truly love someone, you'll forgive the unforgivable."

— Anonymous

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Dear Kim Taehyung,

After that, I honestly expected that you would leave me alone, I would die a bachelorette, and you would get married to Irene and make beautiful babies.

But damn son, I was wrong.

At lunch, I was going to approach my girls, when you dragged me to a table and fed me lunch. With your own fucking hand.

Every romantic dream? Fulfilled.

Life? Good.

Anxiety? Still there.

Abuse? Gone.

These letters? Almost done.

Hotel? Trivago.

Anyways, after that, I wasn't expecting much.

But you drove me home in your most prized car (the rich life), spoiled me with presents, and took me to the mall.

When today was over and you were about to drop me off, you turned to me in your car and asked with a hopeful smile, "Am I forgiven yet?"

As much as I didn't want to break your heart, here it was.

"Taehyung, no."

You gave me a confused glance. "Why not? I tried."

I gave you a glare. "It's not about money, presents, food, and spoiling, dumbass. It's about love. Not once today did you hug me, show me your affection, kiss me, or show any loving action! What kind of relationship is that?!"

Your face was like a question to an exclamation mark.

"I'm sorry... I'll change," you said with a begging look.

I sighed, turned to you, and used my hand to pull you closer by your nape, and your lips landed on mine.

I'm sure you've seen some kissing scenes in the movies or read about the fireworks so I won't go there.

But pretty soon, he responded, and it was just our lips moving against each other. I moved myself to adjust, but you quickly disconnected the kiss, a big smile on your face.

But, I had one more test.

"Taehyung," I said cautiously, "would you leave me if I told you that I was abused by my father and almost raped as a freshmen?"

Love,
𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ☾