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yoongi scoffed, standing up and walking out the front door. taehyung gulped, throwing his head into his hands as small sobs began to fall from his lips.

tear stains marked his black jumper. he grasped into his hair, wishing he could pull out every long strand hanging from the top of his head.

taehyung tried started to pant, grabbing his phone and opening the messaging app. he clicked onto the contact labelled 'jiminie'

jimin?

tay! wassup?

i need you like,
right now

u good?

not really

omw

taehyung sighed in relief, he needed someone with him to talk to and jimin was the perfect person at this very moment. not even jimin knew about the thoughts going through taehyung's head, and taehyung had decided that he deserved to know.

a knock was heard at the door and taehyung flew from the couch, opening the door with one swift pull.

"yo tay! what's up?"

"i uh, need to talk to you about something pretty important, chim."

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