𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘉𝘶𝘯

My sweetest…
          I just finished reading your whole post, and my heart honestly hurts for you. No one should ever be made to feel unsafe or treated like their feelings, comfort, or dignity don’t matter.
          What you went through was wrong, completely, and none of it was your fault.
          
          Thank you for opening up and trusting us with something so heavy. You didn’t deserve that kind of gaze, that discomfort, or that fear. And I’m really glad you had someone kind beside you, someone who protected you and treated you like a person when others couldn’t even manage basic decency. People like your friend are rare, and you deserve that kind of kindness around you always.
          
          Please remember this, my sweetest:
          You are not an object.
          You are not a “thing.”
          You are not defined by the way sick minded people choose to look at you.
          You’re a whole person with a soft heart, a strong mind, and so much goodness inside you. 
          You’re so, so precious, and I truly hope nothing like this ever happens to you again, or to anyone else.
          
          It’s okay to feel shaken. It’s okay to feel confused.
          But you’re not alone. I’m here, and so many people who genuinely care about you are here too.
          
          My sweetest, take care of yourself, okay? Sending you warmth and the biggest, gentlest hug. ❤️
          
          ~ @Twilight_Traveler 

This whole post… it’s about a very recent experience that honestly messed with my head.
          
          And I needed to let it out somewhere.
          
          
          So thank you for listening… or reading… this rant of mine.
          
          I hope every single one of you is doing okay.
          And I truly pray none of you ever have to go through anything like this — not even in your worst nightmares.
          
          
          
          I wish for your safety, your peace, your happiness. Always.
          
          Take care, Blossoms...
          Love you all.

And the worst part? I’ve always been careful — with my clothes, my posture, everything.
          
          Sure, I slouch in boring classes, but almost everyone does that, don’t they ?
          
          I didn’t even realize that when I slouch, my back arches a bit. Something so normal, so unintentional — and apparently that’s all it takes for someone to sexualize me.
          
          
          And that terrifies me.
          How something so... idk, human becomes fuel for someone else’s twisted fantasies.
          
          
          Honestly... I would’ve stayed clueless for who knows how long — maybe until something happened, and I don’t even want to imagine that — if it wasn’t for a friend.
          
          A guy who told me about it gently, who made sure not to scare me, who treated me like a person.
          
          He didn’t just point it out, but actually told those creeps to fuck off to their faces.
          
          
          That takes guts.
          That takes humanity.
          
          
          It’s men like him who make the phrase “not all men” feel real and not like some hollow internet slogan. 
          
          
          I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like that. Maybe I did something good in a past life to be blessed with someone like him — an angel in disguise.

But lately, something shifted...
          And I hate that it did.
          
          Because before, it was just rage. Disgust. This burning hatred for anyone who dared reduce another human to nothing but a body.
          
          
          But now… there’s fear too.
          Not of them — trust me, they’re not that intimidating — but fear for myself.
          
          
          I never imagined I’d be on the receiving end of this disgusting gaze. I still can’t wrap my head around it. And it’s not because I think the world is full of decent people (ha, as if), it’s because… I never saw myself that way.
          
          
          I genuinely always thought of myself as invisible. A shadow. Someone who only gets noticed when they score well or answer a question. Years of being fat-shamed — starting right at home — hammered this idea into my brain that I wasn’t… noticeable.
          And honestly? As an introvert, invisibility sounded like a blessing.
          
          
          But apparently, I’m not as invisible as I thought.
          Apparently I draw attention — from boys, and even girls — and... it just feels strange. Wrong. Uncomfortable.
          
          Because I know how people usually see me.
          The nerd. The teacher’s pet. The “notes girl.”
          The quiet one with an “attitude.”
          The one who’s “rude” simply because she doesn’t talk much.
          
          
          And as annoying as they are, I would take those a thousand times over being seen as some object for creeps who can’t control their eyeballs.
          
          
          I don’t know what changed.
          When did I go from “the nerd” to someone they feel entitled to look at like that?
          A toy? A body? A thing?
          

I don’t even know where to begin, so I’m just gonna drop the background and dive straight in.
          
          Male gaze. Objectification. I’m honestly so exhausted by these words — by the reality behind them. I’ve seen this crap everywhere: online, offline, in hallways, in places that should feel normal and safe. And every single time, it lights this wildfire inside me. 
          
          It makes me want to stand between the targeted person and those creeps and tell them to back the hell off because apparently some people have the emotional maturity of a damp tissue.
          
          
          And the part that truly fries my brain?
          
          How do you look at an entire human being — someone with thoughts, dreams, fears, a whole damn universe inside them — and your dusty little imagination jumps straight to, “Oh look, something to sexualize.”
          
          
          Like… that’s it? That’s all your head can manage?
          The word Pathetic doesn’t even cover it.

Hii everyone...
          Well... I don't really remember when was the last time I talked about my life, not about books or assignments...just about me and how I feel. 
          
          Maybe it was around June or something like that, and I remember saying that I won't really talk about my personal life sooner. But I guess it was a lie... Cause here I am, again talking about myself. 
          
          
          I don't know why, but I feel that talking about it here is easier than talking about it in dms. 
          
          
          So.... Here I am....
          
          
          Feel free to mute notifications if you don't want to listen to my ranting. I won't mind, really... 
          
          

https://www.wattpad.com/story/393993338?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=PetalBuns
          
          
          Ending this month with an update ~~
          
          
          Hope y'all will like this chapter >⁠.⁠<

F*ckkkkkk !!!! 
          
          I was just reviewing the ages of all the characters for the next chapter when I realised that in The Enemy S1, I made Jimin older than Hoseok (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)
          
          (It's just by a year, so it might be fine if Hoseok addresses Jimin with honorifics, right?) 
          
          
          
          And Yoongi is like 5 years older than Hoseok. The problem is I don't remember if I've written Hoseok addressing him as just 'Yoongi' or 'Yoongi hyung' .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.
          
          
          Hopefully I'm not forgetting anything else (⁠+⁠_⁠+⁠)

Chocolates and dates from the UAE are actually a personal attack at this point—why are they THIS good?? 
          
          One pistachio bite and I’m forgetting my problems, my responsibilities, and possibly my surname as well (⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~
          

My dearest sweetest,
          Thank you so much for the double update! It was truly needed and totally worth the wait (˶˃ᆺ˂˶) Both chapters were absolutely amazing, intense, emotional and so beautifully written. The story is just so damn interesting, I honestly can’t wait to know more! You’re such an incredible writer (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)♡
          
          Koo is going through so much and I loved the way he stood up for himself, it made me so proud of him 
          (╥﹏╥)♡ 
          I also adore how his hyungs are so supportive and protective, it’s just so heartwarming ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )♡ 
          I’m really looking forward to Taehyung’s entry, I miss him so much (╯︵╰,)❤️
          
          And oh, Eunwoo… he’s such a chilling villain, dark, dangerous and perfectly written! He adds such a gripping edge to the story (⊙﹏⊙✿)
          
          Waiting eagerly for the next chapter!! (⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝)♡
          
          My sweetest, I love you lots (づ๑•ᴗ•๑)づ♡
          
          Yours,
          @Twilight_Traveler ✨