[ON HOLD] Post-Its •yoonmin•

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A/N: THIS CHAPTER TOOK OVER A MONTH TO POST, i honestly had no idea where I wanted to go with it but I'm back on track now. Fair warning, this chapter is heavy on all fronts and contains talk of suicide. Also, Jungsoo in this story is not supposed to be based on anyone real, it's just a name I used for the story so I could stop referring to him as "the ex". Thanks for sticking with me, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

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>I don't even get a response anymore?

>That's low, Min.

>Does your new boyfriend call you Min? I hope not. That was kind of our thing, you know?

>This is a lot more fun when you interact with me.

>You know I like to see how scared you get

>How far can I push you till you snap?

>What's gonna be the thing that makes you hurt yourself?

>It doesn't really matter if you respond or not be honestly, I can see everything you do.

>I have eyes everywhere. Maybe even in places you wouldn't expect.

>Blocking my number does not help your case, Min. Neither does changing it.

>I have all the power here.

>Your "friends" never leave you alone, do they?

>You know they think that's annoying, right? Having to treat you like a toddler?

>You know they wish you'd just leave, right?

>You don't deserve their love...if they actually love you in the first place.

>Frustrating when the police won't listen to you, huh?

>I'm a master manipulator, Min, and most people are weak.

>You were the easiest to break, though. So weak and willing to let me inside your head.

>I don't think I'll ever find someone like you again.

>You're losing weight. Looking tired.

>You said you were getting better.

>Am I...getting in the way of that?

>Are you pushing away the people you love?

>God knows how needy and burdensome you get when you're upset...so maybe they're leaving on their own.

>You'll come crawling back to me soon. And you won't be leaving this time.

>Not alive, anyway.

  Jungsoo's messages have been relentless ever since the first one came three weeks ago. If Jimin blocked his number, he just got a new disposable cell phone and continued the harassment. Even if Jimin got a new phone number, the messages would start up again within twelve hours. It seemed impossible to escape.

  Jimin was putting on a good show. He starting going to therapy twice a week, complied with the rules that his friends set in regards to not going anywhere alone, and talked candidly with the police when they followed up on the stalking claim. Everyone was fully aware that he was cracking, though, bracing for impact when he finally imploded.

  Living in such a constant state of intense anxiety, Jimin started to dissociate. He felt like he was watching his life happen without actually being an active participant in it. Often, he felt like the things around him were not real, like they were just slightly distorted in a way he couldn't put his finger on, but he could feel it. On the worst days, he couldn't even recognize his own reflection. He would look in the mirror and stare blankly at himself for extended periods of time, feeling a huge disconnect between the eyes in the mirror and the ones in his own head.