yoongi's demons | yoonmin

the end

yoongi sat on the edge of the edge of his bed, a bottle of pills held tightly in his hand.

'overdose. i don't care.'

'you're mother and father disowned you because you were a mistake. they never loved you.'

'loser.'

'stop trying. you're not going anywhere.'

'i can't be with you anymore. you're holding me back.'

the voices echo inside his head. whenever he closes his eyes, he can see the disappointment everyone's faces, the smirks and the pointing fingers.

crumpled paper is his new floor, dents cover the walls and a smashed mirror hangs from the decaying wall, threatening to fall any moment. but yoongi doesn't care.

he stopped caring a long time ago.

his grades slipped, his so-called friends left him for other people, his family abandoned him and even his girlfriend left him because he was useless. he was kicked out of his group, bangtan, because he was useless.

useless. it's a word that is consistently in yoongi's head.

you're always useless. yoongi thought to himself, letting the tears fall down his cheeks. you don't do anything right.

everyone was right.

i'm better off if i'm dead.

he unscrewed the lid of the bottle, emptying it onto his palm. the white pills seemed to yell 'eat me' as yoongi stared at them.

this is it. just a few pills and it will end everything.

he scoffed them down and fell back onto the bed as his lungs started to go dry. his heart was beating so fast. a ringing noise filled his ears and everything seemed to stop.

he smiled, his eyelids droopy.

finally.

no more hurting.

and in that moment,

for the very first time,

yoongi felt happy.