This pain | jjk + oc

{023}

{Back in Korea}

Six months later~

"Car crash"

My heart fell out of my chest when I heard his words.

"Dead"

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

"Gone"

No, it can't be. You're lying.

"I'm so sorry"

Not as sorry as me.

(Jeongguk's pov)

I feel this instant pain in my chest, a pain so bitter and strong, a pain I've never had the displeasure of feeling before. I feel as if I was just stabbed in the chest.

I grab my chest as if I could take this skin deep knife out of my chest, but it's impossible to remove, because it's on the inside. Almost as if it's using my skin to trap itself there forever.

I run out of the room and quickly made my way up the stairs to my dorm room before anyone could see that I'm crying.

As a unlock my door with shaking hands, I hear Jimin hyung running and screaming my name.

I've heard enough from him.

I open my dorm room door before Jimin hyung can reach me, and I quickly slam the door and lock it behind me.

This pain, I need to remove it.

I start clawing and scratching at my chest, hoping to take away the pain, as if getting past my skin barrier would allow me to pull out this knife that is stuck on the inside of my chest.

I hear Jimin outside my door. He's screaming at me.

"Fucking hell, Jungkook! Don't hurt yourself, damit! Let me in, now!" And other stupid bull shit that isn't helping a damn bit.

"Please, just say something."

"G-go the fuck away, let me shed my b-blood in peace." I say in between my harsh never ending sobs, now pulling down on my neck in a desperate need for breath, although, it's not helping at all.

"No, Jungkook, don't you dare harm yourself! Please! Okay, I'm calling Namjoon." As if I give a fuck. What the hell could Namjoon do? No shit.

"He's not answering!! Okay, please don't do anything, Minji wouldn't want it. I'm going to get Namjoon hyung."

"Don't you d-dare say her name." I whisper under my breath, because it's the only volume I can go to at the moment.

Jimin is leaving, which causes me to think of what I could do in the meantime.

The idea gives me a sudden adrenaline as I get up quickly and rush to the kitchen.

"Where's the damn scissors?" I say as I dig my hands into all the drawers in search for the tool.

"There you are." I say as I grab them out of the drawer.

My feet are cold on the ground, as I rush the to bathroom so I won't make a mess.

As I enter the room, I close the door behind me and lock it.

My hands, they're  cold. My whole body is cold. I feel so alone.

My head is pounding, and heart hurts, my body is freezing, and I'm alone.

As the blade touches my white skin, the pain is sharp, but it feels good. It's okay, I'm okay. This will take my mind off my emotional pain, and direct me to a more physical pain, but it doesn't hurt as bad as the pain I feel in my chest.

As my blood starts to shed, it looks so beautiful.

I like bleeding.

I want to bleed.

I pierce my skin a few more times, some on my wrist, and some on my legs and chest. I look like Minji now. She was so beautiful. Is this how she felt? Alone?

As I'm "enjoying" my time alone with my thoughts and sadness, I hear several pounds on the door, but it's pounds on the front door, not the bathroom door.

"JUNGKOOK, ITS NAMJOON, OPEN THE DOOR NOW OR ILL BREAK IT DOWN!" What an idiot. He can't change the damage that has been done.

I continue my business, but then I hear a loud thud as if he broke down the door. What a moron. Well, he can pay to fix it.

"Jungkook, open the door or I'll break this one as well." Namjoon thinks he's so strong, maybe that's why he thought it was a good idea to join a band when he can't do shit.

"I will see Minji soon! You can't keep me from her!" I scream, even though these idiots don't get the damn picture.

"Minji is dead, you can't see her anymore." He never learns. Maybe that's why he can't dance.

"I will go with her."

"Oh fuck, STOP IT JUNGKOOK" I hear Jimin scream, what an idiot.

"We will be happy together, soon enough."

"LET ME IN"

"Don't worry, we will be happy."

And within seconds, the door is down for my bathroom as well.

I feel a hard pound on my head, and now everything is black and buzzed, I'm still conscious, but only barely.

I can't see anything, but I feel the tool being snatched out of my hand, and I hear screaming, and then I feel someone grab me, and carry me away.

And now, everything is black and quite.

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A/n
Short and sweet~
I really like this chapter for some reason.

I'll try to update again before Christmas~

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