This story is dedicated to you if you have ever been abused by someone bigger, stronger, and seemingly more powerful than you. You are not alone. You are infinitely precious. And the trauma you endured is not your fault. Know that you are so loved. And whatever trauma you have been through – it does NOT define you. You are a beautiful rose, a lovely lily, a most precious gem.
Rated M for Mature. This story deals with some difficult topics and involves some graphic situations.
Another letter appeared three days after Yoongi warned them to bring him any black envelopes addressed to him. Jong personally made sure he received it. As she slipped out of his office, Yoongi stared down at it. It had a Seoul postmark but no other identifying marks. Yet again, no return address. His heart sank. How many of these letters could he handle reading, knowing that he couldn’t help her?
He opened it and began to read.
“Hello, my old friend. I wonder if you read my first missive. If, by some miracle, you did, what do you think of me now? Do you find me a coward? I judge myself so. I’ve no courage to make a clean break, yet I hate this life of walking on eggshells. It surely is a living hell. I pray for the days he has to work late and can’t see me. He’s pressuring me to move in with him. I don’t want to. I don’t want to share his bed either. I’ve managed to put him off. But I’m terrified that some night I won’t be able to any longer. What am I to do?”
That was all. It was so short. Like a simple continuation of the last letter. How could he reach her? He thought about it. She was clearly a fan. And fans often watched Yoongi. In a variety of ways. An idea occurred to him.
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He sat down that night and began to write her a song.
“I don’t know you, but I know your heart.
I can’t reach you, but I’ve felt your darts.
I can’t see you, but I hear your wounds echoing in my head.
They are there, in every word you ever said.
I can’t help you, but I want to right your every wrong.
So I’m praying that it won’t be long
Till you are free of his touch.
I think I could love you so much.
“Run to me, run to me – When you need a true friend.
Come to me, come to me – Till the very blue end.
Run to me, run to me – Tell me all your secrets.
Come to me, come to me – Just be brave to speak it.
“Please tell me your name.
Just show me your face.
I promise to be the same.
To still be your secret place.
Come on – won’t you send me your address?
Wanna see you free from this mad mess.
Love, please, don’t give in to his anger.
Wanna see you free from this danger.
“Come to me, come to me – My door’s always open.
Run to me, run to me – In the great wide open.
Come to me, come to me – I’ll be your safe harbor.
Run to me, run to me – Be your blooming arbor,
I’ll be your scent of spring – After the end of everything.
“I don’t know you, but I know your mind.
I can’t reach you, but I think I’ll try.
I can’t see you, but I know that you are walking on eggshells,
Searching for some peace, no answer in sight.
I can’t help you, but I know that you are walking through hell,
So I’m praying that you find some might
To free yourself from his touch.
I think I already love you so much.”
Now it was time to enact his plan.
