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×jimin

i woke up in his bedroom. my head hurt from crying and my eyes could barely open, but i managed. i tried to move but i let out a small yelp. my body hurt. i wasn't an idiot, i knew what had happened. he did it again. even though pain shot throughout my body, i knew i had to get out of there before he came back. i crawled onto the floor and tugged my shirt on, before doing the same with my boxers and pants. standing hurt, but i had to. i limped to my room and shut the door quietly. i grabbed my razor from my drawer and crawled under my bed. one for being weak. two for crying. three for being fat. four for not killing yourself sooner. i don't know how much i cut but the last thing i remember was taehyung hyung's footsteps outside my door.

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