SANE|BTS|VKook|Boyxboy

Prologue

I don't have a choice. We don't have a choice.

Jimins impatiently walking back and forth around the room. He's muttering something to himself under his breath. The sleeves of his white shirt are pulled up to his elbows, just enough to see the gash on his forearm. The bottom of his jeans are cuffed over his black converse; the only thing left in perfect place.

Jin is sitting in the corner crying, repeating "I'm so sorry." His tears are staining his shirt, and his hair is pressed to his forehead with sweat. Maybe even blood.

Yoongi is yelling to someone on the phone, probably the police. His blue shirt has a blood stain in the middle, and his jeans are ripped with blood dripping to the floor.

Everyone in this room is covered with blood, including me. Jeon Jungkook. I'm staring out the window trying to process what just happened. My hands are sticky with sweat and blood of my own.

I take another empty bottle and smash it on the wooden floor. No one pays me any attention because that's the tenth time I've done that. They know why I'm like this. I step on the glass with my naked feet and feel nothing. The poison in my blood stream has gone mad, numbing my body entirely. My head spins trying to adjust my blurry vision only to fail. I stumble on the floor and wrap my arms around my knees to steady myself. I can still hear him. His beautiful voice.

My throat itches causing me to cough up something that's not there. Suddenly my stomach ejects itself through my lungs and I vomit. My vision goes completely as I shake on the floor mid seizure.

"Oh my god, Jungkook can you hear me?" Jimins' words do nothing for my state of mind. He's next to me in an instant, ready to help. But he can't, he never could. Foam bubbles inside my mouth as my body burns with ice. Soon Jimins voice is gone, lost somewhere where I'll never find it. They're gone. He's gone. I'm gone.