Her Handwritten Letter||BTS FanFiction

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Seokjin

Yoongi

Seokjin's face was already red and fully tearstained. He looked truly devastated. I couldn't blame him. He treated us all like children. He was our mother figure, especially to those who didn't have mothers or didn't have a good relationship with them.

He loved K a lot. Like a daughter of course. He would always bring extra food because he knew how much she loved food, especially food made by him.

He would play with her hair at times and she would let him. He would braid it, undo it, then braid it again.

He really loved her.

Now that she's gone, he was broken.

Not only did he love her because she was actually warm to him, but because she helped him when he needed it most.

"K was like a daughter to me, even though I'm just a few years older.

Her attitude didn't fool me. I knew she was hurt, but I didn't want to pry. I knew she had her reasons. I have that mother sense thing, so I know when something is wrong.

We were friends for a while. But one day, the secret I kept from her was exposed.

I was being bullied.

They bullied me because they thought I was gay. Okay, I am gay, but they didn't know I was. They assumed so because I liked wearing pastel colored clothes and because of the way I acted.

They called me names and beat me up, careful to avoid any obvious areas. It had been going on for a while. I didn't want K to get in trouble for sticking up for me, so I didn't want to tell her, knowing how bad her temper would get.

But she just happened to pass by that one day. She saw me getting beat up and being called names like faggot and stuff. And just like I predicted, she beat the f-hell out of those guys.

She took me to the nurse and cleaned my wounds. I had cuts and bruises all over my stomach. She looked at me with her expressionless face but I clearly saw the pain in her eyes.

She asked me for how long.

I didn't want her to get mad at me, but I didn't want to keep anything from her anymore. I wanted her to know that I trusted her and I wanted her to trust me back. I ended up telling her.

I waited for her to just leave me there, but she hugged me. I was partially surprised, but I knew deep down that she cared for me and that she wouldn't leave me like that.

She asked me why I didn't tell her and I told her why.

She told me that I shouldn't worry about her, that she knows how to take care of herself.

I told her it was my responsibility to worry about her since I was her mother.

She rolled her eyes playfully and told me that if anything like this ever happened again, to immediately tell her.

I promised her I would.

But, nothing ever happened again, so it was all good.

She was like a daughter to me.

I would play with her hair.

I would brush it.

I would feed her.

But now my little baby is gone and I don't know why.

My little baby was strong. Nothing could break her. I wanna know who...

Who did this to her?

And whoever did it will have to watch out because when I get my hands on them...

They will pay for hurting my child."