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Taehyung grabs his phone that was lying on his bedside table before dialling in a number that he hasn't called in years.
The phone doesn't ring - and he gets directed straight to voicemail.
"It's Dahee! I'm sorry that I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message after the beep and I will try to get back to you as soon as I can!"
Beep.
Taehyung sighs, pushing his hair back as he grunts in frustration.
"It's Taehyung. I'm sorry that you left before I could love you back properly." He states flately before angrily ending the call.
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TRIGGER WARNING
please note that there will be
mentions of suicide & death in
this story! proceed with caution
& only if you are comfortable
with reading such content :-)
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