Three days ago approximately, was the end of Taehyun's begging-beomgyu-to-love-him era. He never had seen himself get mad at someone he really loved. Maybe he got used to people leaving him when he was afraid to even let go.
Jeonmi. His best friend. He could count on him in any time. But one day, he wasn't even there for him when he really needed Taehyun.
flashbacks.
"Taehyun! Please come back to your senses. This prestigious school is a once in a blue moon opportunity? And you decide to answer your friend's phone call? Are you serious right now?!" Taehyun's dad threw a fit to him, Taehyun never wanted to go to a prestigious school, heck it meant more pressure to his life.
"Give. Me back. My phone." Taehyun glared at his dad, earning a smack from him. "MANNERS, TAEHYUN."
Taehyun, who was keeping his composure, holding back his tears, he didn't want to look stupid to his dad. As the ringtone of his phone rang through the room, he was getting more and more desperate to snatch it from his dad.
"Appa.. please. I need to-"
"When i said no, it means no, taehyun."
"What's a no if i can't accept the reality?" Taehyun fisted his hands and gladly punched his dad, making him groan, dropping the phone from his hands. Taehyun took the opportunity to grab it and run to his room, making it sure it's locked.
Taehyun looked through his notifications, '17 missed calls from Jeonmi:))', '20+ new messages from Jeonmi hoe', '5 missed calls from Yeonjun hyung'.
He fucked it up.
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TW! contents below might trigger.
"What's my life purpose anyways?" Taehyun looked at the mirror, staring at his soul-less face, he didn't hesitate to move his hands to one of the top drawers of the sink, his hands doing the scavenger hunt of something he could never change in one of his usual bad habits. his blade.
The sigh of relief as he felt the thin blade, immediately placing it to his wrist, and quickly pinning it to his skin, the sharp blade cutting new fresh cuts, as he even went faster than he went before.
The sting didn't last long as he went more on harming himself, the blood trickling from his wrist, droplets of blood landing on the sink.
Taehyun stopped for abit, slowly placing the blade on the sink with blood stains on it, trembling from the sight he just made just in seconds. The pain was covering Taehyun's emotional pain, which made it easier for him to overcome.
The pleasure of able to do this often made him smile, as he was still staring on what he did on his wrist, more blood trickling, some blood dripping and sliding down to his elbows, as some of it dropped on the floor. This was a memorable night to remember.
"Jeonmi-ah.. I'm sorry if i failed to protect you. Maybe it's my time to see you now i guess." Taehyun opened the faucet and washed his cuts, not caring if it stinged or not.
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Yeonjun slumped back to his couch, his thoughts wandering again and again from what happened earlier, did he really just lose one of his loved ones, again?
"Jeonmi.. i could've been there with you before that night.. I could've saved you.. but why do you all choose to run to Taehyun to come and save you.." Yeonjun mumbled, his tears prickling his eyes, managing to stroll on his cheek.
"Why you, Jeonmi-ah.."
I can't lose Beomgyu this time.
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