My friend Ana

Cut

He couldn't take it any more.

After Yoongi had confronted him, he had ripped his hand away and dashed to his room, crashing into Jin as he went. Jin grabbed onto him for support and was about to yell at him, but gasped instead. He could feel his bones through his sweatshirt. No sooner than he did so, Hoseok quickly dodged around the man and ran down the hall to his room.

Yoongi made a grab at his arm, but missed. "Wait!"

But Hoseok didn't wait. He slammed the door and found his emergency stress relief tool: a small, sharp blade.

He cut his arms like there was no tomorrow. He didn't want there to be a tomorrow, he wanted to rest, he wanted to sleep...

His members were banging on the door, begging for him to open up, but he just cut deeper.

He heard someone scream at Jungkook to break it down, but he just cut deeper.

He heard the door crack each time the maknae threw his body against it, but he just cut deeper.

He saw the door fall off its hinges and his roommates tumble in, but he just...

Why were they crying? Why did they take his blade? Why was Yoongi clutching his head and shaking? Why didn't they want this as much as he did? Why did they care?

He blacked out.