The Most Beautiful Moment in Life (BTS short story - HYYH)

Part 1: Kickstart

Kim Seokjin, at the young age of 23 years old, seemed to have a perfect life. People called him good looking, with currently light brown hair falling over his forehead, pale skin, full lips and black eyes, and let's not forget to mention that he was tall, a real advantage in day-to-day life. And even though he loved eating, he would always stay skinny.

A family, complete with mother, father and older brother, six amazing friends that he loved to pieces and shared a dorm with, a nearly finished degree in psychology at a top university, and no need to work a part time job. The only thing is, Seokjin was in fact, extremely unhappy. He didn't mind his studies, not even his slightly unique fingers, but he hated his older brother who would always be better than him, he hated his parents for always comparing the two. But most of all, he hated feeling crazy.

Three pills a day, one at each meal time. That's what the doctor said. He wasn't even sure why he had to take them. He felt fine, most of the time at least. If he waited too long, the voices would come back. They planted lies deep in his mind, and those lies would come back to haunt him and at some point, they started to become his truth. Worthless, crazy, if the voices said it, then it must be right.

Only his friends stood near, through thick and thin. But sometimes, just sometimes, it wouldn't be enough. Darker thoughts would push through the happy memories. And then the voices would get bodies. They would appear in front of him, attacking him, not only physically, but mentally. His head would throb, and he had nothing to do other than retreat into a corner at let them keep going. He couldn't fight back, he wasn't strong enough. Soon thereafter, they'd all disappear, he'd blackout and when he woke up, he'd be covered in cuts, scratches, bruises and whatnot. He should've told the doctor, but he knew that if he did, the dosage would just be increased, and that would make him feel more insane.

One morning, he decided to figure out what was actually going on. Cameras were set up in his shared room, courtesy of a roommate, and Kim Seokjin decided to not take a single pill that day. He said he'd press the record button when it started, and he kept true to his promise. At exactly 7:16 p.m. (he made sure to check the clock right after they came), the voices started.

"Worthless."

"Hated."

"Stupid."

"Crazy."

"Liar."

"Freak."

He couldn't hold back the screams and tears. The voices were more vicious than before. And different. They spoke in the voices of his friends, the only reason he still wanted to live.

"You ruined all our lives" Jimin.

"Can't even tell that we hate you" Namjoon.

"We don't want you here!" Jungkook.

Then the real battle started. The voices gained a human figure. Each one of the six in a different body. It wasn't right though. His mother was always there. With his brother. But this time, no female figures were in sight.

The six faces he trusted most, were brutally attacking him, hitting him, cutting him. Slowly Kim Seokjin started backing into the corner, like always, praying that there would be an escape there. But he knew there would never be a way out. Only death. He collapsed in the corner, curled in a ball, as to comfort himself. Waiting for the moment that he longed for the most to come. The darkness. They'd all leave in the darkness. It's like they're scared of the dark.

And then it came. They stopped, and the black came. It was over.

Once Seokjin, or Jin as he prefers to be called, regained consciousness, he went to look at the video footage.