"You guys taught me, through your eyes; through your love; through your tweets, through your letters; through your everything, you guys have taught me and inspired me how to love myself. And you know what is loving myself? What is loving yourself? I don't know. Who can define their own method and way of loving myself. It's our mission to find, to define, our way to love ourselves. So, it's never intended but it feels like I'm using you guys to love myself. So, I am going to say one thing: Please. Please use me. Please use BTS to love yourself. Because you taught me how to love myself." Kim Namjoon said to me.
19 Year old me was too dumb to understand these words when I first heard them. Today I share my story. A story that started differently; a story of a fan. A story that connects so many people together, that holds so many emotions. They saved me. They gave me a home when I felt like I had nothing. They cured my pain and mended my scars. They were seven normal boys from Korea. They were BTS. I was finally home...........I have finally come home.
A short snippet. (TRIGGER WARNING)
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The water running through the tap seemed like an endless time lap. I had it in my hand. All I had to do was bring it to my wrist. It was there, it could all be over so fast. I didn't even have to think. I just wanted to end it and get over it. The ironic thing was I felt no pain, no emotion. I was numb. The constant flowing of the water was all I could hear. It was soothing.
I stood there, frozen. It happened faster than my brain could process it. Before I knew it, all i could see was red on my wrist. And that's the last thing I remembered before I..........