[ **POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING, DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED** ]
'I'm broken.'
'I don't deserve him..'
'I can't burden him with myself.'
'He doesn't need me.'
. . .
'I love him.'
Those words rang through Taehyung's head over and over, making him feel sick. He didn't know what to do. Once again, he felt himself slipping away from his sanity. He couldn't handle the stress of it all. His dreams were slowly driving him mad. Sitting on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, the boy let out strained sobs as his body shook. His hands were shaky and his vision blurred from the tears. His legs were too weak to support him, making his entire body feel limp and sore. He could barely move now, resulting in him rolling onto his side and curling up into a fetal position on the chilled tiles. Resting his cheek against the cold surface, he could feel the salty tears pooling on the floor now. They slid down the little rivers on his cheeks and landed on the floor beside his face as he curled up more. He was in pain, yet in love. Why did it all have to hurt so? He shivered from the cold feel that now surrounded him, filling the air with a sort of heaviness.
Attempting to sit up, he leaned against the counter and pulled himself to his feet. He was still weak, his arms shaking as they lifted his weight into an upright position. Staring at the mirror before him, he lowered a hand to the drawer beside him and opened it slowly. Digging through the organized items until he found what he was looking for; a razor. Part of him felt this was right, the other was pleading with him to stop. Gritting his teeth, he inhaled deeply and shut the drawer before loosing the blades from the razor. He set the others down and looked into the mirror once more before looking at his arm. He slid his sleeve back and inhaled again, this time more shallowly. The blade was set against the soft skin of his inner arm, just below his wrist. No pressure was applied, just held in place. His heart was racing, feeling stressed and worried all at once. He was about to rest the edge of the blade further into his skin when the door opened, startling the boy and causing him to remove the sharp object from his skin. The shocked and hurt face before him wasn't who he had expected to see. Not Jin, nor Jungkook. It was Jimin.
The older boy gasped, stepping into the room quickly and snatching the blade from Taehyung. He grabbed the younger's wrist and checked his arm for marks, sliding a cool hand over the bare skin.
"Taehyung-ah what do you think you're doing!? Haven't you learned your lesson by now?" he asked with a pained tone in his voice, staring at the boy. Taehyung avoided his gaze, his hands forming tight fists as his eyes moved to the floor.
"I have to, hyung.."
"You say that every time, and I know how you're feeling.. but this is not the way."
"How else?"
"Tell him. Tell Jungkook-ah." the older placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, trying to comfort the younger. "I was the same way, you remember? Before Yoongi.. before he saved me. We admitted our feelings and now look at us; we're happy."
"Jimin hyung.. I can't."
"You can, and you will. It's time." Another voice came from the doorway, revealing Jin standing behind Jimin.
"Hyung..."
"Jungkook-ah? Can you come here for a second?" Jin spoke up, not giving the younger a chance to argue.
Jungkook came to the doorway, a confused expression on his face as he looked to the faces around him. "Yah, what is it hyung?" he asked in a soft tone as Jimin went back into the sitting area. Jin followed after Jimin, placing a quick hand on Jungkook's shoulder in passing as he gave him a knowing look.
Once they were left alone, Taehyung glanced to the younger, finding the boy's gaze already on him. "You were trying to.." he couldn't bring himself to say the words, feeling his heart sink into his stomach as he saw the dismantled razor on the side of the sink. Taehyung simply nodded in response to the question.
There was a brief silence that filled the air before Taehyung felt a soft, warm touch on the side of his face. It was Jungkook's hand, embracing his cheek. "Hyung.. please. You need to stop this. Stop for us.." he sighed softly, lifting the older's chin. "For me?"
Lifting his gaze slowly, he met the younger's gaze. No further words were exchanged, just a subtle hint from the look in their eyes. They both understood, knowing what was implied by their actions. Leaning forward slowly, their lips met and softly formed to the other's. It was sweet and gentle, yet filled with passion and unspoken words. The kiss lasted until they both needed to break for breath. Resting his head against the older's, Jungkook's lips formed a soft smile as did Taehyung's.
"Jungkook?" the older's voice spoke up, slightly deeper and huskier than before.
"Hm?" he hummed in response, lifting his head from the other's to look him in the eyes.
"Saranghae.."
"Saranghae hyung~" he sang out softly in response once more to the older's words. "Always."
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A/N:
ANOThEr short chapter yAyyayay have this trashy writing I'm SorrY <3333
