My worries are spreading like cancer again. God damn it.
Hay mum? Hay dad? When did I lose my happiness? I'm here alone in the darkness. My mind.
And my mind is a scary place at the moment...
Makeup designer: yoongi now please.
You: coming... *you sigh*
Makeup designer: so yoongi, how are you?
You: *you hate the small talk, you think it's a waste of oxygen. Why not use your voice for something good.... like music. But never the less, you can't be rude. Well, at least not to a girl.*
I'm fine thanks.
Makeup designer: that good. Well your skin is hard to work with today. Is this old make up I see? Mr. Min yoongi, did you not take of your makeup properly?
You: *last night you had important things to do. More important then stupid make up. If you are going to live, why not live your life, without worrying about stupid things like makeup and looks.* .........
Makeup designer: it's okay. Are you excited for the concert tomorrow?!!
You: I guess....
Makeup designer: you seem upset. Are you okay?
You: *i wish everyone would stop asking me that.. they don't really care, other wise the would help me. They are just making small talk again*.
I'm fine.
Makeup designer: well if you say so... Done! And don't you look nice! *she smiles at you.*
You: *you really can't smile at the moment, but you do a fake one like you always do.*
Rap mon: yoongi? Can we talk?
You: sure.... *you turn round at the makeup designer* bye, um I don't know your name.... *and you don't really care*
Makeup designer: it's Kim soo
You: okay....
*you stand up and follow rap mon, that walked into your studio, and shut the door.*
Rap mon: mate, we need to talk.
You: sure... I'm talking right now, so can I go now...
Rap mon: seriously mate, this is not a joke.
You: what is it namjoon? Cause if it's about me using your spray again, I'm sorry. Or if it's that V ha-
Rap mon: *interrupts you* no it's not. It's about this. I found it.
*he held up a piece of paper from your music notebook. Your heart dropped. You knew what it said on there....*
You: THAT'S PRIVATE! *you grab the paper, and stick it in your pocket, and you try and leave the room*
Rap mon: *grabs your arm* no yoongi, you need to explain. How come you have a letter that says: 'I want to die. I can't live anymore. It's better if I die. For me mostly. But I don't want to hurt anyone else. Help me. Kill me. Let me breath my last breath alone.'
You: ........
Rap mon: please say this is a joke. Or lyrics that went wrong. Or just a poem or something like that.
You: ........
Rap mon: *grabs you* answer me min yoongi.
You: let go of me! Fine, you want to know, then fine. That's how I feel every day. That's what my mind says every day. It's not lyrics, or a joke, or a poem. It's real. And I don't want any one to know. I have this under control.
Rap mon: this is not under control mate. This is that crazy suicidal stuff you see in movies.
You: just forget it. You had no right in reading that. Just leave me alone.
Rap mon: min yoongi com-
You: *you walk out and slam the door shut.*
*you run to the only place where you can breath... where there is no cameras...*
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FanfictionSuper sad btw. Wanted to make a sad fanfic, just to see how it goes. Like the yoongi love yourself I wrote, this is going to be about his depression. However, this one is a lot sadder. It is also using the real words of min yoongi. Hopefully u will...
