The wilting flower -hoseok x bts-

-7-

Third person pov...
"Who does that guy think he is? Laughing with hoseok like that?"
Jimin mumbled angrily.

"The real question is why did yoongi get called pretty and not me? im the most handsome!" Jin said quite pettily.

The others eyed him with playful glares and scoffed. Jungkook rolled his eyes.

Taehyung wanted to change the topic. Not happy thinking how hoseok didnt call him pretty too.

"So namjoon. I heard your little sister brought over a boy last night."

"What? I never heard of this!"
Namjoon almost shouted clearly displeased.

"I heard them laughing last night. And i saw them sneaking out this morning before you woke up."

"Why didn't you tell me last night?"

"Remember you have your big speech today? I wanted you to be rested."

Namjoon wanted to get mad at taehyung but he would've done the same thing. So he just nodded. No longer wanting to talk about the stunts his sisters been pulling lately.

Hoseok pov...
My whole body is aching. Every time i move it hurts. Why wasn't it me who died... instead of her...

As soon as i got home my mother slapped me. She was mad that i was home late. How i wish it ended there.
But my father thought it wasn't enough punishment for me.

I slowly sat up. Eyes watering from the pain in my ribs. Limping, i walked to the bathroom inside my room and threw up the little food i ate today. I saw blood clots in the toilet, but chose to ignore it once again.

Why am I still here? What reason is there for me to even breathe? When all i do is cause pain...

I felt a sharp pain in my chest and it got increasingly harder to breathe. Everything was shaking while i grabbed the knife and slowly slit deep cuts on my wrists. But not deep enough to end it. I don't deserve the peace death would grant me.

I slowly felt my consciousness slipping. I looked at my reflection in the mirror one last time and smiled before falling with the world in a haze.
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