8 october, 1988

i've started to receive notes. and what's written down isn't pretty.

they are harsh words. dark words. threatening words.

and i believe them.

i'm terrified. every single noise makes me jump. i sleep with the lights on, if i sleep. dark circles adore the skin under my eyes.

because i'm convinced something will happen to me.

this is also the reason why i'm almost always with taehyung. hoseok's acting weirder and weirder. he's not himself anymore. i'm scared of him, i don't trust him anymore. he looks at me in a way i don't like. his gaze is bone-chilling.

taehyung tried to tell me that nothing's going to happen, but i don't believe it. the feeling of being watched, the notes, it's too much.

i hope this ends soon, because i can't go on like this.

oh, and dad's gone. found a better woman, he said. mom's been drinking.

一 mirae