Your Hope (YoonSeok)

Chap 28

If a thing loves, it is infinite

- William Blake

Yoongi's Pov

It was official I was in love with Jung Hoseok.

It was his birthday today and I texted him saying happy birthday and that I'll be over later. Which he replied with.

Thank you, baby, see you later :) x

I couldn't stop smiling.

To be honest, I think I was getting better, I wasn't having as many nightmares as I would. I haven't cut in a while, now all that there is, is white scars. Whenever I had this urge to do cut I would think about Hoseok or my grandpa how I was living because I was important in their lives, I mattered.

I come to the realisation that I was worth living, and that my mum will always and forever be in my heart.

I stared at the bag that Kyung brought over the other day. I haven't dared to look inside it yet but I had to admit this was causing some serious butterflies. I picked up the bag and put it on my bed.

"Oh god oh god." I paced up and down. I brought my hands up to my face and stared at them while I pulled at my lip. "Just do it," I said to myself.

I pulled out the outfit that had the leather pants, a leather jacket and a t-shirt.

I locked my door so grandpa couldn't barge in. As I undressed, I saw the look of my scars on my thighs which were very visible. No one knew about my thighs. I tried it on and it incredibly grasps around my skin, as if it was attached to me. Holy shit Kyung where and why?

I was skinny skinny like I didn't have abs, but I thought I was an okay sight.

I didn't know what to get Hoseok, so I got him a load of art supplies because his art is amazing. I want him to design my tattoos. I got him a silver ring, it was just a band but it had Y+H in it. I know we haven't been dating long but he has helped me so much.

I finally gained the confidence to wear this leather. So I took it off and showered. Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around me and stood in front of the mirror. I wiped my hand over it because it had fogged up from the hot water.

I stared at the boy looking in the mirror. The sadness wasn't in his eyes, bags were standing out anymore. His skin was so much clearer. He had a faint smile on his face.

That boy was me.

I looked up to the ceiling, "I love you, mum." I whispered.

I quickly dried my body before slipping on the leather pants. I dried my hair and put on the T-Shirt and Jacket, and guess what the shirt tightens around my body as well. I smiled at my appearance and smoothed out the invisible lines and dirt.

Kyung told me it would hurt, but in the end, everything will be fine.

Oh god, I was sweaty, I felt my hands become all clammy.

"It will be okay," I whispered. "Everything will be okay."