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Hobi💢

Jimin: hi hobi

Jimin: It's been a month since I last texted you

Jimin: It's April now

Jimin: well a lot of things happened

Jimin: guess what

Jimin: Tae and Jungkook finally got their shit together and they are dating

Jimin: It's so unreal

Jimin: Everyone supports them except Jungkook's mother

Jimin: speaking about mothers mine is worse

Jimin: the only thing she does for me is giving me food

Jimin: well kind of

Jimin: I don't even know where she is getting the money

Jimin: well anyway

Jimin: I HAVE A JOB

Jimin: like a real job with money

Jimin: in the cafe

Jimin: when i told her that i got a job she laughed

Jimin: and asked if I'm a prostitute cos that's what I'm good at anyway

Jimin: but oh well:)

Jimin: and yea the cafe is nice

Jimin: I've been there for a few days

Jimin: Well that's it for now

Jimin: I hope you are getting better and stronger there

Jimin: I know you will be okay

Jimin: be safe☄

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It was time to go to her. He dragged his legs and hesitantly knocked the door. "Come in", a voice said.

He opened the door and stepped inside. The small white room with seven paintings on the wall. He sat on the chair and looked at her without saying a word. The woman on her late thirties adjusted her glasses and looked at him with a small smile. "How are you today Hoseok?"

She always asked him that question and he always responded with another, when will you let me leave? He knew that this wasn't going to help him if he wanted to get out of there. He needed to be "normal" for them. He understood that now. "I'm fine, I guess"

She seemed a little surprised but covered it with a smile. "That's good Hoseok" she said as she wrote something quick in her notebook. "I wanted to speak with you about your sister"

He knew that already. That was the main thing they have been talking about for months. "Okay" he said as he closed his eyes trying to prepare himself for the conversation that was going to follow

"What happened to your sister Hoseok?"

"She died" he said emotionless. She kept asking him the same questions but he needed to look better today. He needed to be strong.

"How did she die?"

She jumped from a roof. Our roof. I watched her body falling and colliding to the ground. I couldn't do anything. I didn't do anything. I should have done something. "She killed herself"

"Why do you think she did that?"

Because of them. Three of them assaulted her. They dragged her and raped her. She trusted them, she was always defending them but we were right. My sixteen year old sister, a little girl was raped and that made her take her own life. "They said she was depressed"

"Was she?" She was writing more things into the small notebook. She was surprised, he has never said anything like this before. At this point he was always screaming or crying and kept saying that Mark and two of his friends raped his sister. Today was different. She couldn't tell if all of this was working.

"I... I guess"

She stoped writing and looked at him, waiting for him to snap and start making a fuss as usual but he only sighed and locked his eyes with hers waiting for the next question. "So you don't think that this boy Mark and his friends assaulted your sister"

Yes, yes they did and she was half conscious. She could feel them and she said that at that moment she felt like dying. "No I don't think they did it"

"If... when you get out of here will you do anything as to hurt these people or any other?"

Yes. "No" He smiled and looked around. The room was so quiet that he could hear his heartbeat. "I understand that I said many crazy things in the past but now I can see everything clearer. It was no one's fault. She was depressed because of our parent's death and she couldn't take it anymore"

She didn't speak or move at all. She was staring at him as her mind was racing. "Can I leave now?" He said getting tired of this. He felt weird, he felt like he said the worst things he could ever say. He felt like a sinner but he didn't know what his sin was

"Yeah, of course" she looked better and she sounded more stable now. "Hoseok I would love to speak again with you tomorrow, maybe even discuss different things and try to understand each other"

"Sure" he got up and opened the door. Fresh air welcomed him. He realised how much he needed it. The small room always made him dizzy. His mind was going crazy but he could hear clearly one thing over and over again

I will get out of here

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So I'm writing the 100 chapter now and I'm crying
Why am I doing this to myself?