strawberry banana ♕ yoonseok

sept

"yoongi, honey. how was school today? you're home later than usual."

"school was fine."

"i was worried."

"right."

mrs. min let out a quiet sigh, wondering why her son would never open up. it was very tiresome.

sure, their relationship wasn't perfect, but no mother-son relationship was.

"well, uh, i'm almost done making dinn-"

"i have homework to do, so i'll be in my room," the boy replied while walking to his room, not having the appetite for any sort of food.

he closed and locked his door, dropping his backpack on the floor without a second thought.

he wasn't going to do his homework.

instead, he let out an exhausted sigh and ran a hand through his hair. he walked towards the restroom with a dim look.

he felt around for the light switch and turned it on, standing in front of the mirror as he did so.

the longer he looked, the more he hated what he saw.

he hated his hair, his face, his body, his personality.

he hated everything

and the more he thought about it, the more he wished he didn't have to deal with anything anymore.

as that thought left his mind, his eyes immediately found a small razor on the sink and just stared at it.

it seemed to stare right back.

no, he thought.

i can't

yes, it replied.

you can.

to fight off the feeling, yoongi felt around his pocket and pulled out his phone with a shaky hand.

he constantly was shaking nowadays.

he then pulled out a piece of paper with ten numbers on them.

without thinking, he texted it.

yoongi: hi

xxx-xxx-xxxx: who's this?

yoongi: who do you think, hoseok?