prose; bts

1.17

addressed to joo raehyun
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i saw a picture of jiyeo and taehyung on instagram

they were looking at each other so lovingly and while i was looking at it, i smiled painfully.

are you really okay, raehyun?

–jeontokki

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"oppa? have you seen my journal?"
...
"oppa?"
...
"ya, oppa!"
...

he left?
but, where to?

going down the stairs in my night garments, shorts and a white t-shirt twice my size.

nobody's home. well, except me

i saw a note on the fridge, smudgy writing in hangul.

went out today. gotta audition for that company i was telling you about! be back at 12 :)

–taetae

a loud knock came from the front door and without a care if i should change my outfit, i went towards it.

knock knock

"aish. coming!"

"i never thought how sexy you look."

"what are you doing–

are you drunk?"

at my front door, stood park jimin.

"shhhhhh."
"go home, jimin. you're drunk,"
"nooooopppeeeee,"

the next thing i know, he was kissing me at the couch. hands above my head as he gripped at them while i struggled underneath his touch. i wasn't loving the way he touched me everywhere.

it all felt so wrong.

i stopped trying to get myself free as there was no point. i was crying so much

"get your fucking hands off my sister, jimin."

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jimin just wrecks me okay