Save Myself Therapy | Taekook

The Shiny Object

** Wish me luck...starting with my first chapter. As I said the updates will be slow for few weeks, I need to finish my previous book **

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"Jungkook, it is not working out, between us."

"I know."

"We should break up."

"I know"

"I am sorry"

"I know"

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---Third Person's Prov ---------------------

The music in his room blared loudly. The frames on his walls were shaking as he nodded his head with the beat of the song. He opened his drawer and took out the small shiny metal object.

A smirk creeped onto his face and his eyes full of blood lust. Slowly he let the cold surface of the razor lay on his wrist. With a soft yelp he let the razor drag across his pale skin, oozing out the warm thick red liquid running down his soft skin.

He placed the razor back to its respective place in the drawer, now cleaning the blood and applying some ointment. He was searching for band-aid roll, once his fingers brushed against the object he was finding in his drawer, he pulled it out and started to wrap his wrist.

Why he did this? Why cut and then heal it? Because it will be horrible if anyone finds out, the brother of a well known idol has problems.

He sighed closing his eyes, a smile formed on his face. He leaned back on his chair letting the loudness of the music clear up his head. A sigh passed his lips again. He shot opened his eyes, when he got the urge to search the drawers again for that metal object.

"What the hell are you doing, Jungkook!" A voice called.

The raventte jumped and looked at the door. His brother was fuming in anger.

"Why are you in my room , Eun-woo?" his voice remained calm as if he was just asking what is the time to the fuming male at the door.

Eun-woo chuckled now eyeing the object placed on the ravenette's desk. A shiny razor was present.

"What the hell is this?" The fuming male asked pointing at the shiny metal object. Jungkook looked away from his brother. Eun-woo's eyes now landed on Jungkook's freshly bandaged wrist which had patches of red forming.

"It is a razor" Jungkook mumbled.

Eun-woo nodded, "That's right, it is a razor, as if I don't know what it was." The elder brother sighed and walked towards the raventte. He kneel down holding Jungkook's hand gently .

"Why are you doing this to yourself baby brother." Eun-woo asked softly.

Jungkook felt guilty, he refused to look at the other. The younger didn't say anything, he didn't even move. Eunwoo closed his eyes and looked at his younger brother hurt in his eyes.

"Come on Jungkook, there are better things in life", still no response from Jungkook, the elder slid his fingers through the younger's raven locks. "Hey" he said.

Jungkook just blankly stared at the photo frame on the desk. It was a picture of his mother, father, Eun-woo and himself, they all had a smile on their face. It made Jungkook felt guiltier.

Eun-woo placed a piece of paper on ravenette's desk. "Fill in this for me, you need help." The older gave gentle pat on raven hair. "You are not allowed do anything until you finish filling this."

Jungkook snorted, he wasn't going to do anything. He thought his brother was dumb trusting him. "Since when did you start to care, Eun-woo?"

Eun-woo closed the door quietly, not before replying, "Ever since mom and dad died."

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Somewhere....

He looked at himself in the mirror. His skin looked unhealthy, he was too skinny, and it seemed like his hair was flat too. He smiled and his thoughts screamed, LIAR! LIAR! He frowned.

I had a juice and sandwich. He took his toothbrush and jammed down his throat, as soon as it hit the back of his throat he gagged. He did it again.

Score! His lunch just went down the drain. He wiped his lips and looked back at his reflection in the mirror. He was still same, tears started to roll down his face. He gargled and sighed he was longing for his once beautiful self.

"Jimin...What have you done to yourself" he screamed, sliding down the wall of his bathroom door, he sobbed in buckling his knees. His pale pink locks spilled over his face.

After what had seemed like hours, he dragged his legs to his desk and took of the piece of paper. "I need help" he said to himself. He took out a pen and began to write.

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On the other side....

Jungkook took a pen and looked at the sheet handed to him by his hyung. He read over it and snorted. "Those were silly questions ever". He quickly filled it out. When he was done he read it over again.