•Tough love• yoonkook [BTS]

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Violent chapter, you've been warned!

Yoongi's POV

"Yoongi open the door, I'm Jungkook!" I suddenly heard someone saying without even knocking at my door. I got up slowly because I was feeling really tired and unlocked the door.
I walked back and stood still in the middle of the room with my eyes looking at my window, but not outside of it.
I heard the door opening and his light steps. 
"Are you going to stay here for long?" He asked. I didn't answer, I didn't even move.
"Have you eaten at least?" He asked.
"No" I said.
"Yoongi it's been three days! You want me to believe that you didn't eat for three days?" He asked without believing me. I turned to look at him and show him my face.
His eyes opened widely but he didn't make a sound. We just stared at each other. He avoided doing eye contact and I couldn't realize if he was ready to cry or not.

"I hate you!" He suddenly yelled and pushed me back. I fell down without being able to fight back. "Why are you doing this to me? Do you know how many people break up every day? Why can't you be like one of them and accept it? And basically...it's all your fault!! I didn't do anything!"
"Because it's my fault I'm like this as..ole!!" I yelled back, and I was surprised at myself for being strong enough to do so. "You're the only person that ever loved me and I loved back! Why??? Why did I agree to be in a relationship with you at the first place! You're the reason I'm like this(A.N. yep I know Yoongi accuses everyone for his condition, parents boyfriend and even Jimin, I know I know!)!" I said and got up.
"NO! You're the reason you are like this!! You won't put the blame on me for you being such a d..chebag!! You don't give a s..t about anything, you only care about yourself!"
I couldn't hold my anger... I punched him so hard in the face that he fell down.
"Do I look like someone who only cares about himself Kookie? Just look at me I look pathetic don't I...?" I said sarcastically and grabbed him from his jacket to pick him up. He pushed me violently and I fell on the bathroom door wich opened and I found myself on the floor again.
"You are pathetic!" He hissed and punched me.
"I KNOW!" I loudly screamed. So loud that he moved back. He stood still and the only sound that echoed in that room was our intense breaths.
But I wasn't done yet. I was still furious. I wanted to destroy everything around me. Without thinking about it too much I grabbed a chair that was next to the casing of the door. Jungkook let out a scared gasp that sounded like 'no' and backed away quickly which made him fall down. But I wasn't aiming for him. I threw the chair inside the bathroom and it fell on the mirror over the sink.
The mirror broke, everything on the sink collapsed.
I staggered around  the bathroom and leaned against the door.
"Can you please leave? I'm not okay, don't even bother to ask... just leave. I mean it!" I said tired. He got up and walked outside without even looking back. He was scared I could sense it but I couldn't do anything for that.

I walked closer to the smashed mirror and looked at it. I tried to see my face but I only saw a misshapen reflection. At first I was silent but then the voices inside my head started speaking through my mouth.
"That's your true self! That misshapen monstrous image represents your character, represents you!" I said I wiped my hair of my face. "Look at you..." I said in a fake cute tone and placed my hands on the cheeks of the reflection in front of me. "You are such an awful person!" I said with a creepy smile. "You have honestly destroyed your life! And all this just because you wanted more attention". I paused for a second. "Why did you even try, huh? The fans will hate you no matter what you do, you don't fit the image they have for idols. Everyone hates you dove... EVERYONE!" I yelled. My psychotic smile disappeared from my lips. I frowned and started to cry. "Even Jungkook hates you, f..ker! YOU MOTHERF..KER! YOU THREW AWAY THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER CARED ABOUT YOU!" I yelled. I closed my ears and started screaming(I was so lucky that the studio was soundproof). In the end I sat down, sobbing, and leaned against the open door.

"What have you done? What have you said? He won't forgive you now..." I said I took a piece of glass from the floor and held it inside my palm.

-It's easy, do it.

The voice inside me kept repeating these words. I brought it over my hand and then...

-Do it!

...slit my left wrist. I couldn't hold a scream of pain as the blood appeared and covered my hand.

"YOONGI!!!" I heard.

Jungkook's POV

It didn't feel okay. I just couldn't hate him. I deeply cared about him... and I hated that. (A.N. why does this remind me of 'I hate you I love you I hate that I love you'?? Okay I'll shut up now) He treated me badly but I still loved him. I was sure that Yoongi wasn't going to be alright so I ran upstairs.
I slowly opened the door, because he had forgotten to lock it. I wouldn't walk in. I just wanted to see if he was alright.  He wasn't. I heard him screaming. Cursing and talking to himself.

"And all this just because you wanted more attention." I heard him saying. "Why did you even try, huh? The fans will hate you no matter what you do, you don't fit the image they have for idols." What?!! Why didn't he say anything to me??? "Everyone hates you dove... EVERYONE! Even Jungkook hates you, f..ker! YOU MOTHERF..KER! YOU THREW AWAY THE ONLY PERSON WHO EVER CARED ABOUT YOU!" 

After some minutes he sat down and took something inside his palm. When I realized what that was it was too late. I screamed as I watched him pressing the piece of glass on his wrist. 

"YOONGI STOP!" I yelled and ran close to him. It was too late. He had already cut himself. I took the glass off his palm and threw it away.

-Quickly call 119.

My hands started shaking.

"Hello?"
"Hi! Please I need an ambulance in ------ a friend cut his wrist. Quickly he's bleeding a lot!" I said and I started tearing up.
"Okay, its on its way, keep him awake for us please. And calm down!" She said and hanged up.

I had to at least wrap his wound. Paper wouldn't do, I needed a fabric, a towel! I looked around but as expected Yoongi didn't have towels in his bathroom.  My shirt! I quickly took of my jacket and then my shirt. I tore a big piece from the bottom and then  carefully wrapped around his wrist. I always hated blood, it scared me. What was in front of could be called my greatest fear, but I had to help him. I couldn't let him die just because I was scared of blood.

"Yoongi, Yoongi!" I said and shook his head. He had his eyes closed. I didn't know what else to do... so I slapped him. He opened his eyes. "Yoongi! Wake up, I'm here... it's going to be alright. Just don't panic!" I said. He didn't look like he was panicking I was actually talking to myself. He was ready to close his eyes again. "Hey! How many fingers are these?" I asked him, showing him two fingers.
"Aaaa... twelve!" He whispered.
"But Yoongi love you can't have twelve fingers. Even if you use both hands!" I said slightly giggling, but regretting it immediately. (Jungkook that's a serious situation!!) "Get serious how many are these?"
"Two... Jungkook?" He said.
"Yes love? Yes what is it, what's wrong?" I asked happy that he at least tried to stay awake.
"Nothing...just... call me love again, it sounds so good!" He whispered.
"Okay, it's okay, of course! Love love love love! Just stay awake!" I said
"Just stay awake!" I whispered and started crying.

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If that makes you feel better I cried while writing this chapter... it's overly dramatic, shame on me! I truly hope that you will like it (not be happy that he did what he did but like, the way I wrote it... anyway I believe you got what I mean!)

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