Apodyopsis [Yoonmin]

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Dialing 082-XXX-XXXX
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"Sorry the phone number 082-XXX-XXXX is not available. At the tone please leave your message!"
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"Hey. I unblocked your number just so I could tell you that I hate you. Maybe. By the way this is Jimin. Park Jimin. The little dude that you claimed to be in love with like three weeks ago? Do you remember me? I'm the mochi that you harassed outside my house and made my neighbor really, really mad. I'm here at Kai's party and I know you are too. You're obviously too busy sticking your tongue down that girls throat to even answer my phone call. Whatever. That's cool you know? Like you do you. I mean I don't even care. That's why I'm not even caring about it. In fact I think that girl is super hot. Maybe I should make out with her too. Whatever. You're a jerk anyways. Hope that your breath is bad and that it scares her away or something. I don't really even care for you...I...I might miss you a little. Just a little. Your smile is kind of cute. I do miss us crashing parties and you being my husband. It's fine that it's over now you know? I don't really need that in my life right now. I swore I would never let something like this happen again and I honestly am relieved that we stopped talking. I've been losing sleep like crazy over this. Can you imagine if we would've kept it longer? My brain would explode for the lack of sleep. By the way I talked to my ex best friend tonight. I'm hurt and relieved in a way. Uh, Jungkook helped us meet up I guess. He stayed to console him and I don't blame him. I don't need no one to comfort me anyways. I was seriously not looking for you to comfort me. I don't need comforting. I'm fine. I truly am. I'm having the time of my fucking life right now. I'm drinking like the best mixed drinks here. I'm dancing. Do you hear the music? A really cute guy asked me to dance, Yoongi. He's even cuter than you and prettier than that girl. I might go make out with him. Don't try to stop me alright? Because I'm fine. I don't need nobody. I don't need you. I'm fi|
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"We're sorry. The mailbox has reached the full capacity. Please try to call back later. Goodbye."