**Trigger Warning**
Self harm
Medication
Anxeity
Depression
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It was a quiet evening.
Yoongi and Tae were cuddled up together. Yoongi lay on his back, with Tae curled up to him. Tae's head lay on Yoongi chest, Yoongi arm wrapped around him. They were both drinking some tea while talking about the day of filming.
They were both talking about how much they enjoyed themselves, seeing how they interacted differently with each member.
"You and Jimin are definitely getting closer, hey TaeTae?" Yoongi spoke as he caressed Tae's hair. Tae hummed in response to that as he sipped at the last of his drink and placed it on the bed side table.
"I guess so? Does it bother you Yoongi?" Tae nervously spoke.
"No, baby. As long as your happy I'm happy," Yoongi reassured the younger.
"Are you happy?" Tae asked
"I guess so, it's better then college days. That's all I'm saying," Yoongi spoke, placing a gentle peck on Tae brown hair.
"What did happen in collage,Jagi?" Tae questioned.
"Hey Tae, can you get off a sec please? I wanna put my drink down," Yoongi spoke, completely ignoring Tae's question.
Yoongi moved a little as he stretched his arm out, to put his mug down on the bed side table. His pyjama sleeve pulled up, reviling his right forearm. Scars all decorated it, the scars where from his college time. Some from more recent activities of his depression attacking him again. Tae looked over at that point and noticed his Boyfriends arm. The scars that lay on the skin, some fresher than others.
As Yoongi noticed, he quickly pulled his sleeve over his forearm and sighed nervously. "Aigoo," Tae mumbled under his breath.
<Yoongi's P.O.V>
Thank god!
Tae didn't notice my arm. If he did then i would of had to explain everything.
I would have to tell him everything, College, my parents, depression, anxiety and self harm.
"Good night, Tae," I whispered, i hear Tae moaned a little as my words tickle his ear.
I lean over to my side and flick the switch on the lamp. I lay on my side ,curling my legs up to my chest, still facing my lamp. The odd thing is, I don't feel Tae come and spoon me. I don't let it bother me, as I slowly drift off to sleep.
Tae looked over at Yoongi and pressed his hand up against Yoongi's back, trailing his hands up the elders spine. There was no sense of him moving so, Tae rolled over and went on his phone.
~Texting~
Gucci Boi: Jin, you up?
Gucci Boi: it's urgent, Jin?!
Gucci Boi:JIN?!
WWH: what Hyung?! D'you mind? I'm trying to watch something?
Gucci Boi: I saw something on Yoongi's arm?
WWH: idk man? Probably just a tattoo or somthin'
Gucci Boi:NO! No..... It was like scars...??
WWH: ohhhh,Um No, No. i know, what you mean. He told me and Namjoon. He didn't want to tell anyone else. Especially not to worry them. It was from collage. His parents never helped him and always put him down. He started with depression and anxiety. Then he moved on to self harm when. Idk if he still does it now though. Me and Namjoon both thought he had stopped.
