Chapter 7: Jaeho

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Be by my side
Will you promise me
If I touch you I'm afraid you'd fly away or break
I'm afraid afraid afraid

I wanna stop time
When this moment is done
Would it be like a fantasy
Would I forget you
I'm afraid afraid afraid

Butterfly, like a butterfly
Almost Butterfly, bu butterfly like

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Y/n P.OV

Ever since me and Kyungil and i got together again, the song "Butterfly" from bts kept going around my head non stop.

I've haven't seen Jaeho in 2 months now, I've tried to meet up with him but he'll always deny. He doesn't calls me, yet I'm the one who is in his back checking him if he is alright.

I miss Jaeho..there's nothing much I can do at this time. I keep searching for ways to make him happy again. He has been so depressed lately, his skin is so pale he won't get out of his house. I'm scared..so scared something horrible will happen to him.

I've always thought that he would get someone easily because of who he is. But all my perspectives were wrong. I've haven't seen reality facing me this hard.

*knock knock*

"Babe! Jaeho is calling you!" Kyungil's voice came from the other side of my door, he seemed shocked.

I stood up from my bed and went to the door to open it up.

"It's urgent" he handed his phone when suddenly the call had stopped.

"Call him again" I commanded

He did what he was told, but no calls were answered.

Sigh

"I'll call him by my phone" i spoke

I walked towards the night table while grabbing my phone. I let the phone rang until he would give me an answer.

Silence

He didn't answer the calls, non of them.

'Maybe he just need time alone..? Is he ok..?' I thought.

I'm worried about you...Jaeho...

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Jaeho's P.O.V:

I looked up to the mirror and explored my face. A bottle of white pills were firmly stood up next to my other hand.

'What do I have wrong in me...?'

My vision got blurry, I took a few steps back while my palm made contact with my forehead before I could place my free hand on the bathtub bar.

'...'

It was then when I notice my body made contact with the cold floor.

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