My Brother's Clone✔ [Taekook]

13. I won't let them hurt you again.

Taehyung’s POV

I sprint up the stairs leading to my dorm room as fast as my legs can carry me, my right hands throbbing with anticipation. Once I reach there, I rush into my room slamming the door behind me.

 Hurrying over to my desk drawer, I slump myself down on the chair, rummaging through various stuff. My fingers frantically run over papers, pens, markers, a photo of Han hyung, and various other items until I suddenly withdraw my hands as my fingertips slice over a sharp object, a blade, what I was looking for.

 I quickly drag it out from the drawer not caring about the burn of my freshly cut fingertips. I stretch my right hand and roll my paint stained hoodie sleeves up revealing my right wrist, now littered with a lot of cuts along with black burn marks underneath it.

It was two days after I started burning myself with candle wax that I tried cutting for the first time. I was shaving when I decided to experiment with the blade. After that, I started cutting continuously and now I almost can't live without the pain. My arm itches to be cut ever so often.

 I place my hand on the table and press the blade of the razor above the fresh blood-red cuts, without hesitation. I watch as blood seep out of the cut. I again press the blade down to make one more cut and this time the blade cut a little deeper than intended that I yelp before clenching my teeth together tightly whilst squeezing my eyes shut in pain. Tears slither down my cheeks and fall onto my bloody arm, making a tingling sensation there.

 Suddenly a knock is heard on my door. I jump up from the chair, frantically dropping the razor down and pulling down my hoodie sleeves, seeing I haven't locked the door. Knocks continue in sound and frequency as I shiver, not knowing what to do.

At last, the door thuds open revealing Jungkook. I instantly pull my right hand behind me and wipe my tears with my left hand.

 “Taehyung, listen I'm sorry...”

 Jungkook pauses as his eyes catch what I prayed he shouldn't- the razor blade. He correctly noticed it lying near my feet. His eyebrows involuntarily furrow. And I toss the blade under the table with my foot, a stupid reflex.

 “Taehyung!” He scoffs in shock and barges into the room, shutting the door behind.

 “Wh..why are you here? G..get out!” I yell.

 “What were you doing? Show me your hands,” Jungkook says, coming towards me ignoring what I told him.

 “Jungkook! G..get out I said!” I shout. “Go away!” I cry, backing away.

 “Show your arm. Why are you hiding your hand? What did you do?” he asks, taking more steps towards me. He is at an inches distance from me now.

 “What do you w..want? Get out of my r..room! Didn't I tell you I d..don't want your sorry? G..go away!” I scream.

 “After you show me your hands,” Jungkook says sternly and grabs my left hand while I still keep my right hand behind me while trying hard to get my other hand out of his grip. I start to cry, squirm and jump as Jungkook proceeds to forcefully grab my right hand. He is really strong that I can't free myself from him.

 “This is blood, right?” Jungkook asks pointing at my right hand sleeve, trying to pull the sleeve up.

 “Let g..go of me, Jungkook! What did I ever d..do to you?” I ask whimpering.

 “Taehyung, look, I don't want to hurt you. Just show your arm and I'll go,” He says, loosening a little on my wrist.

 “No!”

 “Why not?”

 “Because it's my arm. My b..business. Why do you want to see it? G..get lost!” I snap, fisting the long hoodie sleeve along with my palm for protection.