𝓘𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂?? || Yeonjun FF

Ch9 bloody art work

Peviously:-I don't know why, but I started to hit myself out of the blue. I was angry at myself. If I killed myself that night, non of this would be happened.

🔴TRIGGER WARNING YET AGAIN🔴

Yeonjun POV

The next thing I knew, I was having a mental breakdown. Hot tears streaming down my face, soaking my pillow as I bit my lower lips trying to suppress the sobs. I curled up in a ball as I soon fell asleep, crying.

Y/n POV

I wasn't able to do anything right. Thoughts flood my mind. What if HYBE kicked out Yeonjun and said he left? What if Yeonjun is again near the bridge? What if he-

"Earth to Han Y/n." I my thoughts got interrupted by the one and only Han Sujoon.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked sitting next to me, making himself comfortable on the couch.

"Nothing." I avoided answering the question.

"Come on Y/n. You can't lie to me like that now. Tell meee." I sighed

"So the other day when I came back home late, I was walking on the Han river bridge and I saw Yeonjun." I started telling him everything that happened.

"He was trying to suicide but I stopped him. And I saw him 2 days ago at the cafe and he was very skinny. And I can't stop worrying about him." I said, a worried expression plastered on my face.

"You met him 2 times. You know what they say. If you meet someone 3 times coincidentally then its destiny." Sujoon said in a joking manner, trying to lift up the mood.

"Destiny?? What nonsense is that?" I said in disbelief at Sujoon.

"What!? It's real!!" Sujoon said defending himself

"Bro, you are literally 8 years older then me and you still believe in all those nonsense." I said with a '😑' face.

Sujoon rolled his eyes at me.

Author POV

Is Destiny actually nonsense? Is what Sujoon saying correct? You may continue reading to find out 😉

Yeonjun POV

I woke up to the sensation of my phone vibrating under my pillow. I blinked a few times, adjusting my eyes to the light as I took out my phone. TXT just announced their new comeback. Their first one without me. I smiled bitterly as tears started to well up my eyes, blurring my vision.

I just feel so empty. And somehow feeling empty was worser then feeling sadness or guilt. 

"Fuck it." I cursed under my breath as I opened the drawer on the nightstand. My eyes were searching for something. I took out a blade as I looked at it, smiling like a psycho. I rolled up the sleeve of my white coloured, thin sweater revealing some old scars, more like cuts. I placed the sharp blade on top of my skin. 

The blade traces my skin as I watched the crimson liquid making its way out of my skin, then on to the white, marble tiles. I traced over the same cut again and again, making the cut deeper. A smile plastered on my lips as I felt something other then emptiness. 

I started loosing quite a lot of blood. But I didn't stop. I wasnt able to stop as the euphoric feeling made it addicting. I kept on making more cuts on my wrist which was now my canvas. I traced beautiful lines with my blade which was the paint brush.

I started to see black spots take over my vision. I didn't know what happened next. I blacked out.

Yeonjun mom/Mrs.Choi POV

I hummed to a song as I sprinkled a pinch of pepper on to the meat that was grilling on the pan. The sizzling was like music to my ears. 

I set the table for lunch as I called out yeonjun.

"Yeonjun! Lunch is ready!" I didn't get a reply from him.

I made my way to his room.

"Yeonjun?" I called him, knocking on the wooden door lightly. Still no response.

Thinking he might be sleeping, i turned the knob of the door. To my surprise it wasnt locked. I slowly took a peek inside the room. My heart dropped, seeing the scene in front of me. 

Yeonjuns body was laying near the bed. He was on a pool of red blood. A blade was seen near him.

I ran to him as I sat beside him, laying his head on my lap. I pat him cheek while calling out his name, hoping for him to jump and say that this was a prank. But I got no response from him. That is when I saw his wrist. My eyes teared up seeing it. I quickly called the ambulance. I was ugly crying. 

It felt as if my heart has been teared and ripped into pieces seeing my sons condition. I held him close to me as I sobbed loudly. Why didn't he tell me anything when things was getting out of his control? Why did he end up in this heart breaking situation?

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[Sorry for not updating. It has been quite a while. I have been busy this past few days. And school is opening next week. Anyways don't comment saying that I have made this chapter a bit too much with the cutting and things. I did put a warning so it ain't my fault. There is also a warning at the description of this story. Anyways what do you think of this book so far. Have a nice day! Stay safe!❤]