Caught Up, In Neverland [JM]

[Chapter 12- The Final Passing]

[Chapter 12- The Final Passing]

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He sprints away from the building as fast as his legs could take him, wanting to run away from the mess he had just caused.

His tears never seem to stop flowing as he skids to a stop. His voice pierce's the cold night air as he screams violently, wanting to get rid of the heavy burden that has been weighted down on his shoulders.

"Y-Yoongi..." Jungkook sobs as he falls to the ground, his knees scraping against the rough cement. He feels a sharp sting on his legs, but he doesn't care.

He feels like he has finally lost another friend...

"I lost you... And it's all my fault", Jungkook cries as he brings his hands closer to his face. He quickly tries to wipe his tears away and he sniffles pathetically as he begins to stand up- wanting to go home and practically drown himself in the burning liquid. It's a routine he has to do every night.

As he begins to walk, he notices his side aching more than before and he grunts as he sort of hunches over to help with the harsh injury. He may have cracked a rib or probably just bruised it, but for right now he doesn't care.

He had lost his last friend that meant the world to him...

"I... Couldn't have saved any of you..."

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By the time Jungkook had gotten home, it was already about two in the morning.

A sigh of relief rushes from his lips as he steps into his bathroom, pulling a white bottle out of the medicine cabinet that was hidden behind the mirror. He quickly twists the cap off and sets down the opened bottle onto the counter in front of him- it's pungent odor already beginning to fume the bathroom.

"Some call it music..." Jungkook hums as his eyes slowly gaze into the mirror in front of him. He notices how his dry lips are cracked and bleeding while the rest of his face is pale and bruised, showing many of its different colors.

"I call it Neverland", he hums again and he looks away from his reflection with a grimace; his eyes landing on the bottle sitting on the counter afterwards. "Where we can take flight, and don't have to ever land..."

He continues to hum softly to himself as he takes off his shirt, tossing it to the side as his eyes gently look into the mirror once again. They graze his chest to see the colors red, purple, blue, green, brown, and yellow practically painted onto his once beautiful skin. A larger one forming on his side from when he fell already begins to form.

"You can stay young forever... If you follow your heart", he mutters out painfully and he places his hand over his chest; feeling his heart pound against his rib cage in an unstable beat.

"We can't live a lie, we would rather die...", Jungkook's eyes begin to tear up as he continues to hum those words. He tries to take slow breathes as he places one of his hands on the mirror in front of him and he slowly moves his fingers over his face in the reflection.

"I don't deserve the breathe, I don't deserve the steps... I don't deserve the criticism, or the compliments", Jungkook grits out as a tear slips down his cheek and he takes the bottle that was sitting on the counter in the process. In a quick motion, Jungkook tilts the bottle and pours the poisonous liquid onto his skin. He screams as the cuts marked across his skin burn in protest and he falls to the floor, small sobs escaping his lips as the strong sting hits his nerves powerfully. The poisonous and strong liquid burns his massive cuts and he yells as the pain increases.