Abuse | Taekook

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Jimin's hands laid flat on the counter as he looked up at his reflection in the mirror.

All he could notice was how sick he looked. His eyes were sunken in, so dull compared to every bright color that surrounded him in the bathroom he was in. 

The boy's shaky hand reached for the bag next to him, pulling out a medicine bottle.

He was thinking, contemplating. Jimin wasn't sure what to do. 

Jimin wanted to do so many things, he wanted to live and love someone as much as he could possibly ever love anything. 

Yet, he didn't know if it would ever be possible, he felt incapable of being loved. 

Jimin sighed as he sat himself down against the counter, feeling his cold and fragile body lay against it. He felt so alone. He wanted somebody, needed someone, he craved anybody to just come and save him. Save him from himself, because he didn't want to do what he was about to do. 

He more so needed to do it. 

The boy's intention was to save everyone from the burden that was himself. Nobody would have to worry about having to worry about him, or needing to care for him. They would finally be at peace without him. 

Jimin started to cry softly, tears warming up his dull cheeks as he popped the lid off the medication bottle. 

The pills felt so light in his hand, as if they wouldn't do any damage to his body. Yet, he hoped they would be enough to kill him. 

The water was running, the door was locked. He was ready. 

Jimin hurriedly swallowed the pills, feeling them go down his throat with the water he swallowed as well. His head laid against the counter as he waited for it to kick in. 

"Jimin, I brought you home some dinner! Open the door." Seokjin suddenly yelled as he knocked on the door. 

The younger boy's eyes could hardly stay open as he attempted to stand up. His now sweaty hands unlocked the door, letting Seokjin inside. 

The older boy frowned, noticing how shaky and dizzy Jimin was. 

"Hey, are you okay? You're worrying me..." Seokjin spoke as he stared at him, noticing he was becoming unbalanced, more so ill looking. 

Jimin nodded, but no words would leave his mouth, even after he tried  his hardest to speak. 

He could barely hear Seokjin speaking to him. The words sounded as if they were being said underwater.

The sounds began to fade as Jimin slowly lost consciousnesses.  

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Jimin's eyes were welcomed with a bright fluorescent light as they opened again.

"Oh! Thank god you're okay, Jimin!!" He heard a voice say as he tried his best to look around the hospital room he was now in.

He wasn't supposed to be here, jimin knew that, and he knows that deep down he wanted to not be still there, in the living world anymore.

The pain was nearly unbearable, so painful to the point he almost broke down.

"The doctor told us you had high doses of pills in your system, medicine that you yourself were prescribed." Namjoon spoke as he knowingly looked at the younger boy.

Jimin couldn't help but frown, and he couldn't help but feel this newfound guilt that began to wash over him.

Yet, he couldn't speak, even after he tried his hardest to.

No words could ever explain the amount of guilt he felt, but at the same time explain why he felt the need to do what he did.

"And...there's still a chance you might die, Jimin... this is so horrible. I'm sorry you felt as if you had nobody to talk to about this." Seokjin whispered melancholically as he couldn't help but frown at the sight of seeing Jimin in a hospital bed.

Jimin's eyes were now filled with warm tears, he didn't realize how much it would've hurt people, especially the people he loved, until that moment.

Yet, there's was no turning back.