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5

Last Night

Jihyun try to pushed the man away, who's choking him. He successfully did but the man grab him again.

"not so fast..." the attacker smirk darkly before slitting the boy's neck. Jihyun's neck immediately covers with red color, crimson color seeping into the floor.

"Why... hyung?" Jihyun's voice had been barely a whisper, but it echoed in Jimin's ears like a scream. The words pierced through his chest, a blade deeper than the one he had just used.

Jimin's hands were slick with blood as he let the knife fall to the ground with a metallic clink. His knees buckled, and he collapsed beside Jihyun's body, shaking uncontrollably.

"I didn't mean to..." Jimin's voice cracked, the words strangled in his throat as tears blurred his vision. He reached for his brother's cold body, holding it close, desperately pressing his face against Jihyun's still chest, searching for a heartbeat that was no longer there.

"I'm so sorry... so sorry, Jihyun." The words tumbled from his lips, over and over, but they felt useless. The pain in his chest was suffocating. His brother was gone, and nothing could undo what he had done.

Jimin's eyes snapped open, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to him like a suffocating weight. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a painful reminder of what he had done. The vision of his brother's blood, bright and red against his pale skin, swirled in his mind. It felt so real. Too real.

The sharp, metallic scent of blood still lingered in the air, even though he knew it wasn't there. The wound on Jihyun's neck. The way his body had crumpled to the ground. His brother's confused eyes, still searching for answers in the moments before he died. Why, hyung?

The words echoed in Jimin's mind, a constant, gnawing question that would never be answered.

Jimin's breath hitched, his chest tight with the kind of panic that felt as though it would suffocate him. Tears welled in his eyes, but they didn't come. His throat constricted with an invisible, crushing pressure, choking him from the inside. He stumbled out of bed, his legs unsteady, his mind a whirlpool of guilt and disbelief.

He didn't think, didn't hesitate. He bolted toward the bathroom, stumbling in his haste. The room spun, but he barely registered it as he dropped to his knees before the toilet. The cold porcelain felt sharp against his skin as his stomach lurched, the nausea overwhelming him.

He vomited, his body convulsing violently, but it didn't stop the pictures. The blood. The knife. His own hand gripping the hilt. The cold, distant look in his eyes as he watched his brother die.

Why did I do it?

His stomach emptied, leaving him gasping for air, shaking uncontrollably. He wiped his mouth, leaning back against the sink, his eyes unfocused, staring into the mirror, but he couldn't look at his reflection. The face staring back at him seemed alien unfamiliar, foreign. He couldn't recognize himself anymore.

The sound of his breathing, shallow and ragged, filled the room. He leaned forward, trying to steady himself, and noticed his own hands trembling. His right hand was covered in blood. He recoiled at the sight, the blood so vivid, so real in his mind. His heart raced faster

In a blur of motion, he opened the cabinet under the sink and grabbed the razor. It was a small thing, sharp and precise, but Jimin had come to rely on it more often than he should have. The cool metal felt like the only thing solid in his world.

He dropped his pajamas to the floor, leaving himself exposed, bare. The pain was the only thing that could drown out the horrors of his own mind. The only thing that could make him forget-at least for a moment-that he had killed his brother.

Jimin pressed the razor to his skin, a sharp, instinctive movement. He drew the blade down his forearm, the pain biting into him. It was immediate. It was sharp. It was real. For the first time in hours, the nightmares stopped. The blood from his own body distracted him, drowned out the blood from Jihyun's.

The edge of the razor tore into his flesh again, cutting deep. The pain was unbearable, but it was a pain he could control. He could feel it-the searing burn as the blade scraped along his arm, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. The image of Jihyun's body crumpling to the floor, the desperate look in his eyes, began to fade. The blood on his brother's neck, the soft gasp for air, became distant.

Jimin's breath came faster, ragged, as he dragged the razor across his skin again and again. Each slice made him feel more alive, more present, as if the physical pain could keep him from drowning in the crushing guilt that threatened to pull him under. But it didn't. The guilt was still there, crawling beneath his skin, suffocating him, even as the razor drew fresh blood.

He moved faster now, the cut deeper, his breath trembling with each motion, His body screamed with pain, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough.

The images were still there, just out of reach, always in the back of his mind. His brother's body, the knife, the way he had stood there-helpless Jimin's own hand had done it. He had killed Jihyun. How could I?

His head swam as the blood flowed freely from his arm, dipping onto the floor. The coldness of the metal against his skin had become a twisted comfort. The pain shot through him like a crackling fire, and with each fresh wound, the world seemed to blur, become hazy. His legs were shaking beneath him now. His vision was swimming, but he couldn't stop. He didn't know how to stop. The pain was all that was left

Finally, the razor slipped from his hand, clattering softly against the floor, and Jimin sank down onto his knees. His body trembled violently as he stared at his arm, covered in deep, raw cuts, blood staining his skin. His breathing was heavy, ragged, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. The tears finally came, streaming down his face, mixing with the blood, but he didn't care

His eyes closed, and all he could see was Jihyun's face-his brother,, lying lifeless on the floor. His last words, Why hyung? still echoed in his ears

Jimin's body trembled as he curled in on himself, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. The weight of what he had done crashed him. No amount of pain, no amount of self-inflicted punishment could ever erase the truth. He had killed Jihyun.

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