[ Note: This chapter will be focused on Taehyung unless stated otherwise by me <; ** also, this chapter will contain triggering content. Be warned ** ]
He drew his knees to his chest, sitting in the corner of his room with his arms resting over his knees, and his head on top of them. His dark blonde hair was falling messily over his arms, blocking out any remaining light that was peeking through his curtains. Everything seemed so strange, so odd. He thought seeing Jungkook again would cure his heart, but the aching hadn't ceased. It only got worse. It was killing him to keep secrets from the younger, but he couldn't bring himself to explain what he had done. The horrible things he did to himself, and continued doing in secret. He drew his shirt up, looking at his stomach. The scratches were fresh, only from a few hours before. They ached, but he ignored the pain. He lowered his shirt quickly, frowning lightly. They stung irritatingly, causing him to scratch them through the shirt which only made them hurt more.
He felt like he was falling apart. Jungkook was back, yet he didn't want to be there anymore. He couldn't take it anymore. Prying himself from the floor, he pressed his shoulders against the wall and leaned his head back with a groan. He had to do something. He had to leave. Permanently. He had to end it all.
[ from here, things will get more triggering. Skip the rest of this chapter if you can't handle blood/suicidal actions/etc. This is solely for the purpose of this plotline, please understand that. ]
Walking over to the bathroom, he grabbed one of the bottles of shampoo. It was tapered at the top, making it sharp. Sharp enough to cut. Inhaling deeply, he went back into the main room and grabbed the notebook they had left on the bedside table for him to occupy himself with. He shakily took the pen that was sitting beside it, contemplating his thoughts for a moment before he put the tip against the paper and began to write.
To whoever reads this, I'm sorry. I've created a living hell for you all. I've hurt you all more than myself, and I never wanted that. You've all tried to help me, and made my life worth living for so long. But I'm ready. I'm tired, and I want to be at peace. I want to go. I need to go. I'm sorry for hurting you all. To my hyungs, yongseohae. To Jungkook, mianhae. Yongseohae for everything I've done. And for what I'm about to do. Live on without me, live your lives to their fullest. I will be at peace, finally resting eternally. Annyeong~
- Kim Taehyung
After signing the note, he set the paper on the bed and returned to the bathroom with the bottle. He sat in the tub, leaning back as he took the sharp edge of the bottle and drug it against his wrist. It left a deep scratch, the blood starting to well up and leak down the side of his arm. It dripped onto his shirt, the sight making him shiver. His arm was numb with pain as he switched and did the same to his other wrist. The blood was now running down his arms in deep red rivers that pooled on his elbows and left drops of crimson all over his clothes. Beginning to feel light headed, he groaned and leaned his head back against the cold rim of the bathtub. He was shaking badly, his body damp with a cold sweat as the blood tried to clot over the wounds. As a last comfort to himself, he began to softly sing the song that used to mean so much to him. The words causing him to shiver more as they escaped his dry lips.
"Geu soneul naemireojwo save me save me, I need your love before I fall, fall.." his voice cracked slightly as the words left his mouth, forming a gentle and soothing tune. His hair was now plastered to his face with the cold sweat that had beaded all over his body now. His arms were covered with now drying, deep crimson blood. The loss of blood made him more and more light-headed as he took the bottle and reopened both wounds again before everything went dark. Blackness. Cold, yet welcoming darkness.
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[ Focus change; Seokjin & Namjoon ]
Tears poured down Seokjin's cheeks, his eyes and nose reddened from all the crying. He couldn't believe his ears. Nor his eyes. This couldn't happen. Everything was perfect. Everything was looking up. For the better. Or so he thought. He couldn't stop reading the note. His tears had soaked the paper, making some of the ink run. How was he going to tell the others? How was he supposed to tell Jungkook? Thoughts were racing through his mind, making him uneasy and dizzy. He buried his face in his hands when Namjoon entered and rushed to his side. He wrapped his arms around the older, who quickly flung his arms around him in return. His tears soaked into his shirt as he buried his face into his neck and let out sobs of confusion and pain.
"Shh.. hyung, tell me what happened."
He couldn't speak. He was in too much pain. His heart ached uncontrollably and he couldn't bring himself to explain. He was sitting in Taehyung's room, clutching the note firmly in his fist. He held it against the younger's chest who took it carefully and read what was written. He recognized the handwriting, and his mouth fell slightly apart at what was written down by their dongsaeng. He held onto the sobbing hyung more tightly, his heart sinking in his chest from the pain he was not sharing with the older.
"No.." he whispered, his head shaking in disbelief. "No, no no.." he continued, his arms not once releasing their firm grip around Seokjin.
A/N:
quietLy flees,,, STAY TUNED
