It's just been bothering me lately and this is going to be short but I just wanted to say it. Or write it. Whatever.
I feel like if people knew what I had thought about Jimin - that he was dead and that I wished we'd just find the body already - that they would hate me or be disgusted or something, and I get that, I guess.
Dad said that he always believed Jimin was out there, that he'd find him some day.
And I get that too, I guess.
But how am I supposed to believe in someone else when I don't - can't - even believe in myself?
Just another ray of sunshine that's been floating around in my brain.
[Yoongi's Diary, Entry #4]
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Dear Diary • Yoongi [Single Father Extra]
Fanfictionthe diary of Yoongi (as seen in Single Father)