I traced the outline of the hole on Jungkook's wall , just beside his setup. His fist was almost the same size as mine , a little bit bigger.

Why?

Why cant I defend Taehyung?

Why didnt I speak up? Im worthless.

because all I did was laugh with them too , making fun of him even though I know that it hurts for him.

Taehyung , I'm sorry.

I found the crumpled post-it on the back of his computer.

It's crazy how I manage to still rummage through his things , not wanting it to be the same as he left it.

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"Namjoon-hyung , Taehyung's loosing his mind." I stared at Taehyung trash around Jungkook's room as I whispered to Namjoon.

"Taehyung let's—" Hoseok grabbed Taehyung by his arm but he roughly pushed him away "LET ME BE"

"He thinks if he does that , he'll be set to believe that Jungkook came here just a few minutes ago , just because it was not the same as before" Namjoon replied

"Why cant he just accept the truth?" I looked at Taehyung with pity as Hoseok tries to drag him outside of Jungkook's room.