'It's gotten worse. They won't stop. The flashbacks. The voices. The needs, the wants. The crave for death- won't stop.'
Every member read the perfectly-written Korean letters of the black diary in heavy tears, barely being able to read it correctly through their blurred vision.
'I can't even feel the love towards him anymore. I'm so f*cking numb. I know I won't be able to hold back this pain for much longer. I know it'll be too late too soon.'
'I need help.'
'Save me, save me. I need your love before I fall, fall.'
'I need your love.'
'I just don't know how to even tell you I don't know how to get it.'
'Jimin.'
Jimin felt multiple eyes on him, but he didn't care. He couldn't breathe from the words he had to believe were the truth. Before he could even look up, he felt a punch between his eyes.
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Not A Mistake | Yoonmin
Fanfic"Yoongi hyung, why are you calling m-" "Is this the Suicide Hotline?" "W-what? Hyung, what are you t-talking about?" "Oh- Jimin, I'm so sorry I woke you up, I must've accidentally dialed your number. Good night, Jiminie. Sleep well."
