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Chapter 14

( TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ this chapter will have some sad topics)
  
    What is depression?
   Depression is guilt and sadness that streams threw you without warning. You try fighting it but it always comes back, depression comes in many ways. Some worse than others.

   I stopped eating, I stopped talking, im not myself. I completely ignore my hyung's. The fans completely noticed im not happy anymore, its been a month since this whole issue happened, I find myself fat and ugly. I only wear long sleeves and sweaters, im a mistake, always will be and always have been.

    I was at dance practice with the guys and they all tried cheering me up but I didn't have any emotion anymore.

   "JUNGKOOK WORK ON YOUR TURNS!" The choreographer yells.

  I sigh and continue dancing.

   "jungkook lemme talk to you." Jin says.

  He takes me into another room.

   "We haven't heard your talk in months. You need to put aside what happened and focus on your career." He sighs.

  I dont do anything I just stand there.

   "Please work harder, and please start talking. Bring back the Maknae we are used too." he smiles.

   I look away.

   "Let's go." He sighs.

   He shakes his head as we enter the room again.

   They all sigh.

   I continue dancing but this time im actually trying.

   The rest of the day went fine except when we where all given food. It looked good but I refused.

   "Jungkook you haven't touched your food." Suga says.

  I just shrug.

   "You have to eat." Taehyung demands.

   "No." I whisper.

   "Eat." Taehyung demands again.

  I stand up and leave.

   I walked into a spare room we had and say down with the lights off.

   It was really dark in here but I didn't care I wanted to be alone.

   I pulled my knees to my chest and cried.

   Why am I such a failure. Why do I ruin everything I touch. Why am I useless. Why am I useless to this group, why am I a sorry excuse for a person. Why am I alive.........
  
    I guess I didn't realize I said it out loud because suga sighed.

   "Is that how you think about yourself?" Suga asks.

   I nod.

   "Why." He says getting into my face.

   I dont do anything.

   "WHY!" He shouts grabbing my shirt with his fist.

   I broke down into tears.

  "Im not good enough." I sob into his shirt.

   "Yes you are!you dance perfectly. You sing amazingly. You can rap, you always make us laugh, your a devil but we love you, your insanely handsome. Your perfect, you have very few flaws, your our little hyung." Suga says.

  This made me cry more.

  "now please do us a favour and eat." He say sadly.

  "I can't." I mumble.

   "Why can't You?" He asks.

  "I haven't eaten in months."  I whisper.

  "jun- Jungkook why are you doing this to yourself?" He asks his voice shaking.

   "All because of Jimin ever since he made me break up with Bi. I lost purpose for doing anything..." I say wiping my tears.

  "We have to get back to practice, but before we go do you have anything else?" He asks me.

  I thought about my wrists, my thighs, my waist. My legs. All of them where covered in wounds, wounds I put there.

  "No." I sigh.

   "Ok.. Can you come in and participate?" He asks.

  "Give me a little longer here." I sigh.

   "Ok." He says getting up and walking away.

   SUGA'S POV

   as soon as I closed the door I heard him cry again. This boy is broken, all because of a girl.