Jungkook's POV:
It's been a week since the hospital incident and the members have decided to take a break for two months. We decided to make new songs and do whatever we wanted in those two months.
In that week Jimin seemed to lose a lot of weight. He also looked paler. I was worried about him.
I started looking for Jimin but couldn't find him. I texted him but no response. Where was he?
I finally went inside and saw that he was sitting on his bed.
"Jiminine, let's go eat." I asked excitedly.
"No." He told me coldly.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothings wrong!" He yelled at me.
I looked at him in worry.
"But Jimin-" I started saying.
"Can't you go a fucking day without asking what's wrong with me? Worry about your damn self instead of worrying about my life! No one cares about it so why would you?!" He cut me off.
I looked at him again. I saw pain in his eyes. Seeing him hurt made me tear up. Why was he acting like this?
Jimin POV:
Everything got worse after that week. There was no "relaxing". I knew it was gonna get worse and I had to go through it for two months. I needed to find an escape.
I went to the dance studio. I played one of our songs and danced my heart out.
*Insert sad bts song here*
I danced and danced. It was the only way I could forget. Forget all the nightmares I had. Forget all my fears. Forget everything I have been told.
Jungkook POV:
Jimin walked somewhere.. I followed him to make sure he wasn't going to do anything stupid. He walked to the dance studio and played our song. The way he moved. The way he made the correct move that matched the beat. The way he sang over his own voice.
He finally stopped and I looked at him, amazed. He sat on the floor panting. I spoke not knowing that I was going to do it.
"Jimin that was amazing!" I told him.
"Were you following me?" He said disgusted.
"Mianhae. I just wanted to make sure you're okay." I said feeling guilty.
"Shut up." He mumbled.
"Jimin!" I said confused on why he was acting like this.
"Why are you here?" He said coldly again.
"Please what's wrong? Are you okay? What happened?" I asked.
"I AM NOT OKAY! I AM FAR FROM OKAY! I'M HURT! I CONSTANTLY FEEL USELESS! NO ONE LOVES ME! NO ONE EVER WILL! I WAKE UP CRYING HAVING SMALL PANIC ATTACKS AT NIGHT! MY FEARS ARE OVERTAKING ME! MY THOUGHTS ARE CONTROLLING ME AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I cried.
"Jimin... I told you, you are loved! By many people! You aren't useless. You're a good person!" I yelled back.
"NO I'M NOT! I-I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE! NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE ME! ALOT OF PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SAYING RUDE THINGS LATELY AND ITS HAPPENING EVRYDAY AND I-I CANT D-DO IT ANYMORE!" He stuttered while crying even more.
He cried and cried while I hugged him.
"Jimin please don't let your thoughts control you. Dont let what people say affect you!" I said.
"Too late." He said weakly as he pulled up his sleeves.
Scars...Cuts...bruises...
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I yell as I started tearing up. "WHY?" I yell again.
"BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE SOMEONE LIKE ME!" He yelled back.
"BUT I LOVE YOU! I ALWAYS HAVE AND I WILL NEVER STOP! CANT YOU SEE IT? I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!" I cry.
Oh noo... what did I do?
