Sinking | k.th + k.sj

Escaping the Closet

      Taehyung was too afraid to tell Jin about what had happened between him and Jimin last week, so he kept it bottled up. He's also been dying to tell Jin how he feels; that he wants him, that he loves him, that he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, and the fact that he can't bring himself to do it is eating away at him. He's become depressed about bottling everything up, and just wants to let it all out. And he was doing great at keeping his feelings inside himself.

That was, until a late Saturday night.

Saturday, 9:00PM-
Taehyung was walking home from work when he heard two guys talking about gays and bisexuals and homosexuals. He stopped and hid, listening to their conversation.

He regretted it.

       They were shit-talking, making fun of, and dissing the person who he might turn out to be. All of the emotions he's been bottling up were slowly coming out, turning into rage. He got up and went over to the men, and socked one right in the face and the other in the nose.

"Fuck you!" He yelled at them before running away, running as fast as he could, making himself look like a coward.

He started tearing up, crying, and not being able to breathe. Deep down he knew he shouldn't give a shit about other people's opinion, though he couldn't help but think, 'What if the whole world eventually turns on the kind of person I turn out to be?'

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He ran into the apartment building and passed Jin, who was sitting on the couch. "Hey Tae- what's the matter?" Jin asked as he saw his wet face and red eyes.

      He didn't know what came over himself, but he couldn't handle it. Taehyung ran to Jin's room and huddled in a corner. He slowly pulled out a cutting knife he had grabbed from the kitchen a few days before and slashed at his wrists.

How could humans be so cruel to their own kind, even if they're different?

       He couldn't stop crying and just let the tears fall, mixing with blood on the carpet. He then stabbed the knife into the floor and cried into his hands, like Jin had done at the kitchen table on the day they had met.

       Seconds later, Jin ran into the room after hearing Taehyung's sobs and screams. He knelt down beside him and tried to get close.

"Go away, Jin! I don't want to hurt you!" Taehyung screamed, his hands balled into fists. "Just go away, please!" He cried as Seokjin pulled the knife out of the carpet.

But Seokjin wouldn't leave.

He refused to do so.

       It was at this moment that Jin knew that he had to say it. He had to admit his feelings.

"Listen Tae... I-I love you. And when I say I love you, I mean that I want to be with you forever," he cooed to Tae, who looked up from his bloody hands.

"I-I love you too, Seokjin," Taehyung cried into Jin's chest, and didn't let go until midnight.

"And hey, look," Jin said, lifting up his wrists and pulling down his sleeves, showing his scars. "We all have them, don't we," he said, and Taehyung smiled at their "matching" battle scars.

They both finally didn't feel so alone.