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»I can't possibly hate you

And that, taemin, is how I ended up not answering your calls.

How could I answer your calls when my hands were tied?

How could I ever,

when you where the one who tied them?

I still had no clue about what you did all by yourself that got these man so angry, that they'd take me away for knocking on your door that night.

I used to think no one could possibly hate you.

Why weren't you home instead?

We could've been together by then.

I could've been in your arms, you could've been kissing my cheeks and my lips, whispering all those words you usually do, smiling.

Sadly, the only thing on my cheeks were tears.

And the only whisper in my ears was the phone buzzing on my jeans' pocket.

Eventually, he took it off of my pocket.

It disgusted me, that man's touch.

"Shut that thing up!"

He picked it up.

"Nice to hear from you. It's been a while-"

That's when the phone dropped on the floor.

And then the door opened.