Taekook One-shots 💼

Secretly depressed

⚠ Contains sensitive content ⚠
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Taehyung's POV

I was struggling to get out of bed with my body hurting, feeling the cuts on my both hands and neck. I hissed in pain once I got up and walked carefully towards the bathroom.

I washed my face with my hands burning in the water. I let out a small painful groan as I covered my mouth not wanting the other in the room to hear it.

I turned off the bathroom lights and closed the door behind me walking towards the bed. Then, I saw Jungkook opening his eyes and looking at me sleepy. I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"You okay, baby? You look pale?" He said rubbing his eyes.

"P-pale? No, Kookie I am not" I said stuttering a little after sharing a small and tight smile.

"Oh, okay" he said and laid his back on the headboard of the bed.

"I..I am going to make breakfast." I said softly not looking at him but the floor.

When I was about to go, his gentle voice filled the room.

"But, baby I want to cuddle you so much. I missed you, since I've worked daily this past week. Come here, love" He said with a soft smile and holding out his both hands in the air asking for me to go.

I chuckled and mouthed a small "okay" before walking towards the bed and finally attaching my body to his, hiding my face in the crook of his neck.

I sighed in satisfaction, feeling so secure in his arms. I smiled. He then held my waist with his muscular tattooed arm and caressed me gently. I wanted to let it all out at that moment. I really wanted to, but I thought maybe he wasn't in the mood to hear my stupid thoughts. I sighed once again and closed my eyes feeling the warmth we shared to each other.

After breakfast he said he was going to work, so I prepared his lunch in a box and gave it to him before kissing him as a goodbye receiving a peck on my forehead. As soon as he left, I started heading towards the bathroom and as soon as I entered, I closed the door behind me and looked at myself in the mirror.

"No, Tae don't do this. This is wrong. Stop thinking about it." I said to myself. I couldn't stop myself as the negative thoughts again hit my mind not willing to stop. I held my head in my palms, grabbing my hair and leaning down on the bathroom door.

I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, so I bursted out crying warm tears. As soon as my tears stopped, I took the knife that was on the bathroom counter and lifted the sleeves of my boyfriend's oversized hoodie up and seeing cuts and bruises on my both arms.

I sighed and felt so disgusted in myself. I hated myself so much at this point. I didn't really know what I was thinking. I just wanted all this to end and be happy with my boyfriend. Can't I be happy for once?

The only time I was ever happy, was when my crush confessed to me. And that was Jungkook. I sighed again and grabbed the knife leaning it softly towards my arm and attaching it on my skin. I first started moving it softly, but then my mind told me to go even deeper.

And that's how I once again cut my arm. So wrong. This is so wrong. I said to myself not stopping though, as I continued watching the blood that was desperately dripping out of my skin non stop.

I suddenly heard noises coming from the stairs and then I heard footsteps walking towards the room I was in. I was so shocked. Why would Jungkook come back? Did he forget his phone? What should I do now? If he finds out what I'm doing to myself, he will surely hate me. Fuck you, Tae. You fucked up and it's your fault. I thought.