jimin laid tired eyed but rather unrested on his bed late at night, or rather far too early in the morning, unable to shake the disappointment that was growing for his teammates, and the guilt he was feeling towards jungkook.

he reached blindly beside him in his darkened room, deciding to put his mind the slightest bit to ease by doing what he always did when he couldn't stop thinking about or feeling a certain way over something.

-october eighteenth

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I want you to know that i'm sorry.

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You don't deserve this.

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Apparently they're doing this because they think you're hurting me.

jimin bit his lip, wanting to write paragraphs to just let go now that he had an opportunity to do so since it wasn't like jungkook could see it anyway.

however he decided that maybe it was best not to rant on and on, but couldn't stop his small fingers from tapping a few keys for one last message.

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But the only thing that's hurting me is knowing how much this hurts you.
delivered 02:13

-october eighteenth

the young male's eyes widened as the bold words showed up under the text, rather than the 'message not sent' notice that he was expecting.

"why did you unblock me?"