jung hoseok ; unknown letters {complete}

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Y/n pov //

Ouch. My head.

My eyes fluttered open. I found myself on the sofa of my house.

"Y/n! Ommo ommo ommo!! You're okay!" I heard Bambam's worried voice. "I'm okay oppa." I gave a weak smile.

"I made some porridge. Eat it while it's hot." He brought a bowl of porridge beside me on the coffee table. "I'll stay with you okay?"

"Where's Hoseok?" "He's... Still out."

"Bambam ah.. it's okay. I wanna be alone now." "But.." "It's okay. Now go."

He gave me a sad smile and left. Well did I really want to be alone? Oh heck no. I just wanted to read my mail.

As I threw my feet onto the floor, "Ouch. feck." I looked down at my feet. Must have sprained it.

I limped my way out to the mail box. Opening it, a whole stack dropped out. "It'll never stop will it" I scoffed and picked the stack up.

After 10 minutes of reading, one of them caught my eye. "Damn. A red mail. Who's the rich kid."

I ripped it open. It was letter clipped with a few pictures.

As I flipped through the pictures, I recognized them. It was Hoseok, kissing a girl. And oh no not just any girl, his ex girlfriend.

The worst thing. It was pictures from today.

Tears slid down my face.

*Beep beep*

Bambam💖 is video calling you
Answer / Decline

"Not now Bam." I whispered.

"How could he do this to me..." I whisper-shouted.

Depression took over me.

I need to divert my attention. I ran to my bathroom. Locking the door, I pulled open the mirror cabinet. There was two shiny blades.

As my hands reached out for one, through flooded my head. It's been a long time. I looked at the scar on my hand. Lies was it? He said he forgot her. 

Sliding myself against the wall into the cold toilet floor, I brought the blade to my left wrist.

My hands trembled.

I was weeping uncontrollably. Cut.

"Fk! It hurts.." I teared. I let the maroon coloured blood flow out.

I closed my eyes. I didn't want to face reality.

Bambam pov//

"Heh? Strange. Y/n would never reject my calls." I scratched my head. "Dongsaeng what happened?" Youngjae asked me.

"It's Y/n. She rejected my calls. I've been calling her for ages now. She hasn't picked up."

"Y/n wouldn't reject anyone's calls, even a stranger." He scoffed and patted my back before walking away.

"Hoseok! Right I'll call him."

After calling him, I explained to him what happened. He immediately hanged up.

Hoseok pov//

"Shit. Y/n's in trouble." I mumbled to Jimin.

"What are you waiting for? Get her!"

I ran to my car and drove at full speed. "Y/n no please. No. Not today."

I crashed into the house, shouting her name.

Shit.

I kicked down the toilet door. There lay an unconscious Y/n, with fresh slits on her wrist.

"Shit."