✔HYPE [HYBE Fans FanFiction]

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°December 31, 2021°
°8:43 am°

The teen slid down the walls of the bathroom, his right arm slumped over the tiled floor while his other was decorated with fresh scars, the blood dripping on his porcelain skin.

He sighed deeply, facing the mirror with a blank face. "Aish....." He muttered, standing up and washing the blood away as he bandaged it right after.

*knock knock knock*

"Bud? Are you okay in there? It's been 30 minutes already?" Leesung's worry voice muffled from the other side as the teen male rapidly put on his dry sweater, making sure his sleeves reached to his palms.

He opened the door and gave a big smile. "Hey hyung"

Leesung crossed his arms. "What were you doing hmm?"

"I was just doing........something" He replied, giving a sheepish smile as he skipped past Leesung and ran downstairs.

Leesung shook his head. "This kid, I swear" He was about to close the door, but his eyes caught something that glimmered.

"Huh?" He muttered, bending down as he picked up the object, the fresh scarlet blood shimmering underneath the bathroom's light.

Leesung widen his eyes in realization. "He wouldn't......"

"Not again"

°11:42 am°

Yeonbim giggled, wheeling away in his wheelchair as Scar chased him down the hallway.

"Yah! Come here! You might loose control of the wheelchair again!!" Scar warned, his arms desperately reaching for the maknae as his feet thumped against the floor.

"Come on! Don't be such a killjoy- oof" Yeonbim's wheelchair came to a halt when someone bumped into him.

Scar halted right behind Yeonbim, his eyes wide. "B-Bumzu hyung" He immediately bowed.

There stood in front of them was Seventeen's producer, Bumzu.

Bumzu chuckled, ruffling Yeonbim's ravenette hair. "Be careful next time you two, you would be seriously hurt"

"As if I wasn't already" Yeonbim muttered.

°2:33 pm°

She stared down at the ground underneath her, her feet just right at the edge of the building.

The harsh sunlight shone above her, along with the breezy wind passing by making her hair and clothes dance.

She sighed. "No.....not right now"

She took a step back, coming back to the solid grounds where she knew she would be safe.

'Not today. I still have a few more years to enjoy'

°2:41 pm°

He screamed in frustration as he punched the punching bag, again, and again.......and again.

He sighed, punching it one last time before collapsing on the ground, harshly gasping for air as he slowly removed the white bandages that protected his knuckles.

"Hey bro, why so early here?" His friend asked, handing him a water bottle.

"Thanks bro" The teen thanked, opening the bottle cap as he finished the small bottle in one gulp. "Stress just been getting the best of me"

"But.....****-ah, when do you plan to tell them that you're actually in the gang?"

"Eunji knows, she tries to convince me to quit" He chuckles. "But how can I?? This is my escape"