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twenty nine

For a whole week Jimin confined himself to his room. He didn't want to face the world, moreso he didn't want to face three certain faces. 

But the main reason he felt useless was the fact that none of them, not even Yoongi, tried to get in touch with him, to see how he was doing, if was alright, if he was even alive.

It made him think that he didn't matter, and he started to believe he really didn't. He was digging himself a hole, going back into the toxic headspace he had so desperetly clawed his way out of. 

His stomach growled, the hunger knawing at his insides but Jimin ignore it instead drinking the glass of water beside his bed to numb some of the hunger pains.

If there was one thing that had stopped him from completely falling into his haze of depression and self-loathment it was the mystery person who would text him. 

Every morning he'd wake up to a good morning message and a long explantion on how much he was loved. It made him feel warm and fluttery, though he didn't think he should be so flattered by someone he didn't even know especially after what Taehyung said. 

But Jimin couldn't help it. He liked being told he was special, like having someone give him attention when he craved it, because when he was left alone it was nothing but a warzone inside his head. Being around someone, talking to them, being with them, numbed his thoughts so he didn't have to worry about himself. 

He was growing very attached to this person and after a week of being isolated, battling with himself, he let his own greed take control of his actions. 

??: you want to meet on monday?? at the basketball court after school

you'll finally be able to know who i am :)

jimin:umm

....

yeah

id really like that

 :)

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a/n: thank you all for 2k!! adhsdksd we just got like a thousand yesterday?? 

I donnt???

understand????

md; 2