A/n: before I start...
I know you've all read things like, "Don't self harm is unhealthy!" and, "Try and get some help," and I know you're tired of it, but hear me out.
If you currently self harm... what's the point of even doing so? Yes, it'll help you in some short term way, but eventually, it'll make you feel worse. Please, try to stop. I know it's easier said than done, but please...
If you've self harmed in the past... I'm not sure who you are, I'm not sure what you've gone through, but you're still here. You made it out alive and I have faith that you'll continue to survive.
~ stay safe ❤️
Chanyeol:
He would notice you tugging on your sleeves all day and would pay close attention to your arms. He'd see how you'd wince when something brushed up against that particular arm. Piecing two and two together, he'd wait for the right moment to confront you about.
"Show them to me," He'd demand, standing in your way.
You look at him, playing dumb, "Show you what?"
He glares at you, "Let me see your arm, now."
His tone scared you and you didn't want him to be angry, so you look down as you pull up your sleeve to reveal the cuts.
He'd stare at them, tears welling up in his eyes, but he'd hold them back.
"Why... why do you do this?"
You explain to him why, whether it be something current or something that happened in the past, and he'd listen.
"Look, I know you hurt, but you don't need to do this. Please don't do this to yourself... If something is hurting you to this extent, please tell me."
He'd be sure to keep a close eye on you afterwards.
Jongin:
Out of everyone, I think Jongin would be the most understanding. He knows how depression makes you feel alone.
He'd walk in on you changing the bandage.
"Oh no, what happened? Are you okay?"
You'd jump, hiding your arm.
"I-uh-yeah I'm fine," You'd say quickly.
He'd notice the puffiness of your eyes and see how anxious you looked.
"Let me see your arm..." He'd say quietly, walking over to you.
You shake your head, "N-no."
He'd look at you, his eyes pouring into yours.
Slowly, you extend your arm to his grasp, letting him unwrap the bandage.
Tears would immediately well up in his eyes as he sees what you've done.
"Y/n... you can't keep doing this. Talk to me about why you do this if you have to, but don't do this."
You mumble an okay, not meeting his eyes.
"No, promise me. I want you to promise me you won't do this," He demands,
You look up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks, "I can't."
He shakes his head, "That's a lie. Y/n, please. If you hurt yourself you hurt me. Promise me you won't do that."
You promise him, apologizing to him.
He'd definitely be worried about you all the time, checking up on you.
Baekhyun:
He'd notice you wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer and would be like what???
So, he'd tease you.
"Y/n, you're gonna die if you wear that sweater. It's like a billion degrees outside."
You just brush it off, saying you had been getting cold chills lately.
He noticed how often you'd wear long sleeved shirts and would be really concerned.
"Y/n, if your chills are this bad you need to go to a doctor."
"No, I don't."
"Well it can't be healthy. Come on, let me take you."
Eventually it would lead to an argument, leaving him confused as to why you were so against getting looked at.
"Why don't you want to get help?!"
That's when it's slip from your mouth, "Do you honestly think sweaters would help with cold chills? Are you that oblivious?! I've been wearing them to hide my cu-" You'd slap a hand over your mouth, your body beginning to shake.
"To hide y-your what?" He'd ask, swallowing hard.
"Nothing," You whisper as he walks closer to your.
He'd look into your eyes, "Show me," He'd say quietly.
Seeing the hurt in his eyes, you don't fight him. You simply roll up your sleeve and gauge his expression as he sees the cuts.
That night he'd have a long talk with you, making sure he fully understood why you did it and how he could help.
Minseok:
He'd hear your muffled cries from the bedroom as he walked through the door. He was home early because practice was cancelled.
He'd quietly walk to the door, looking through the crack. His mouth would drop as he sees the red lines on your skin.
He saw the blade a few inches away from you, covered in blood.
He walks in, startling you.
He doesn't meet your eyes or say anything, he just lead you to the bathroom to clean you up.
As he's dabbing the cuts with peroxide, he whispers, "Don't do this anymore."
Tears fall down his cheeks as he silently cries.
He knows you've had a rough life, but he didn't think you'd do this.
After he wraps your arm in a bandage, he'll hold your hands and look at you.
"I love you... and you know I don't like seeing my loved ones hurt. Please, don't do this anymore."
Seeing his tears and hearing his voice crack was enough for you to stop.
Sehun:
He'd be taking a shower when he found the blade on the ledge. Normally, he would've passed it off as a broken razor, but he saw a drop of blood on the edge of it.
The anger would bubble up in him. Not at you, exactly, but at whatever caused you to turn to self harm.
He'd finish his shower, planning out what he would say.
He'd find you in the bedroom, scrolling through your phone like normal.
Your hair was still a bit damp from your shower, so he knew that you cut recently.
"Y/n, what is this?" He asks, a serious look on his face as he holds up the blade.
You look up from your phone, any sign of happiness draining from your face.
"Sehun..."
He shakes his head, "No. Before you say a word I want you to give me all of the blades you have. Don't try lying either because I will search this house eventually."
You bow your head down in shame as you retrieve any extra blades you had, placing them in his hand.
He throws them away, leaving you to watch out the window as he dumps them into the trash bin.
Once he comes back, he sits you both down on the couch.
"Look, I don't know what made you do this, but this needs to stop right now. Understand me? I want you to talk to me about your troubles, not take them out on yourself."
He'd be somewhat upset with himself for not doing something sooner, and he'd be very cautious whenever he saw your mood dipping.
Suho:
Honestly, I think you'd talk to him instead of him finding out.
You knew what you were doing was wrong, and you wanted to stop, but you couldn't. Not alone at least. So, you asked him if you could talk, which he happily obliged to.
He listens quietly as you confess to him, upset that you do this, but somewhat relieved that you trust him enough to tell him.
After you're done, he takes it all in, silently thinking of how to address the situation.
He'd try his best to comfort you, but would also make sure that you know that you can talk to him about anything.
He'd do checks on your arms, legs, hips, etc every few days just to be sure.
Chen:
You were sleeping on the couch, having been waiting for him to get home. Being the gentleman he is, he carries you to the bedroom bridal style.
As he lies you on the bed, he removes the jacket you had on, knowing you get really warm while sleeping.
Gently, he peels it off, not noticing the three day old cuts on your arm until he turned back around.
His eyes would water as he stares at them, upset that his s/o is this broken, outside and inside.
"Y/n," He murmurs, gently shaking your shoulder to wake you up.
You sleepily opening an eyes, realizing he's holding your injured arm.
"What happened to make you..." Tears slowly slide down his cheeks as he looks from the dull red scabs to you.
Knowing you have no way out, you tell him everything. He nods and asks questions, being seemingly concerned about the situation.
He takes your hands in his, "I promise you, we can get through this together, but you need to trust me. Okay?"
You nod, busting into tears. He brings you into a tight hug, whispering comforting things to you.
