❝ 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃. 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃? ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 ambiguity and mysteriousness is what makes the coy president of Workers fall for one of the les...
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「 Heart In His Hands 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ [M.NAME] LET THE blade cut through his skin again, watching as his flesh opened and blood to start pouring out. At first, it was just a small stripe, barely even noticeable and it stung the tiniest bit. Then, as he delved deeper into his thoughts, so did the cuts he did to himself.
One slice. Two slice. Three slice. Four slice.
He made sure they were all horizontal and barely reaching the vein in his wrist, but there was always a passing thought of just cutting the vein itself. Wanting to feel what it's like to be on the verge of death. But there was also fear and hesitance as he realized that once he was just a breath away from eternal darkness, he'd never be able to feel the happiness he deserves.
He let the blood drip onto the bathroom floor, creating a tiny puddle of dark red liquid that was slowly inching towards the drain. The metallic smell in the air never left after he first started cutting himself, even if he used as many air fresheners he can find.
"You failed three subjects and your record is so fucking full of your absences!" His mother screamed at him the moment he left the comforts and solitude of his own room, throwing his report card at his face. [M.Name] was far too numb to say anything so he only lifelessly looked at the piece of crumpled paper on the floor, blinking slowly then looking up at his mother.
"You're ungrateful, do you know that?" She hissed harshly, taking a step closer to her son and jabbing a finger against his chest. She jabbed a finger as well to his forehead again and again while sneering at him. "I feed you. I take care of you. I bathed you. I work hard so you can play those stupid games. I do fucking everything for you and this is how you repay me!? With shit grades!?"
"Why can't you just be happy that I'm still alive?" [M.Name] muttered but his mother had clearly heard it, scoffing at what he said and crossing her arms. "What the fuck did you just say?"
"I'm depressed, mother," he finally stated, looking up at the cruel woman. "Maybe you should get to know your child more."
"And why the fuck are you depressed?" His mother asked hysterically, laughing as if the very thought of depression in her own son was absolutely ridiculous. "You have nothing to be depressed about! You have a family, you eat a fuckton, you have lots of clothes, you have friends, and you go to school!"
