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.
Yoongi didn’t usually set foot near the fan mail room. But today Tae had sent him on an unusual errand. There was a certain mail reader named Jong. Today was her birthday, and Tae had bought her a cake to celebrate. But then he’d had an emergency involving his much beloved pup, Yeontan. So he had asked Yoongi to deliver her cake.
So it was that Yoongi found himself staring down at a letter on her desk. He set the cake down. The envelope was postmarked Saturday. Just three days ago. Yoongi couldn’t have explained what first drew his attention to that envelope. Except that it was black. And the address was written with a white gel pen. She’d decorated the black envelope like a night sky. A multitude of tiny white stars twinkled up at him. As he picked up the envelope, he discovered that he was the one it was addressed to. He lifted his eyebrows in surprise. Surely, this wasn’t a coincidence!
He slipped the unopened envelope into his back pocket. Then he turned around as Jong stepped into the room.
“Jong! Happy Birthday! Tae asked me to deliver this cake to you. He wanted to come himself, but Yeontan was sick, so he stayed home to take care of her.”
“Awww, poor little pup! I hope she recovers quickly. Hope it’s not too serious! Please tell Tae thank you when you see him! And thank you, Yoongi, for bringing me the cake! It looks delicious! Would you like to share it with me?”
“Oh. No. That is kind of you, but I need to get back.”
There’s a letter burning a hole through my pocket.
As it turned out, it burned a hole through his pocket all day long. One thing after another demanded his attention. Finally, as he was leaving the recording studio that day, he reached for the letter. Only to discover that it was no longer in his pocket!
Alarmed, he spun around and searched the floor. He was unsuccessful. Why was he so alarmed? It was probably just some thirteen-year-old girl gushing about how gorgeous he was. So why had he felt compelled to pick it up this morning? And why did he feel such an urgency now to find it?
He walked down the hallway, his eyes combing every corner for it. He searched in every room. To no avail. It was gone. His heart sank. He had really wanted to read that letter.
He stopped in his office and grabbed his coat off the back of his chair. His eyes fell onto his desk. His attention was immediately arrested. The envelope he had searched so diligently for was sitting there. In the middle of his desk. Afraid that it would float away again, he grabbed it. He pulled out the chair and planted himself in it.
He grabbed a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He withdrew a sheet of black paper. She’d written her entire letter in white gel pen. She’d decorated the corners with white stars.
“Dear Yoongi,” it began.
