eight.

(tapping)

(ringing)

(picking up)

hello...?

i don't know how you got my number.

or why you call me when you harm yourself.

but if this is the only way i can talk to you without you getting hurt, then i'm willing.

what?

jimin. why do you hurt yourself?

i don't know.

why do you do it?

for no reason?

is that it?

my life is shitty, that's one thing...

(sigh) wouldn't your parents be hurt when they find out what you're doing to yourself?

...they're not my parents.

what?

...they're not my parents if they abuse me for being gay.

they do what now?

fuck.

jimin, you have to tell someone.

nobody should do that to their own child.

and because of that damn reason...

they'll beat me to death if i tell someone.

i'll report them to the cops myself.

(choked out, light crying) d...don't.

jimin! they're abusing you!

don't...

(end call)

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