7 Bangtan Princes || Completed ||

050

TRIGGER WARNING!! 
The following chapter may be hard for some readers as it talks about strong subjects.

Use better judgement when reading if you may be affected by suicide and/or overdosage. 

"Hana."

"What? What's up?" A smile fell from my face as the tone in his voice hit my like a brick.

"Yoongi is trying to kill himself."

My phone dropped my hands as my legs immediately began running. "HANA! Where are you going?" Hyejin screamed at me as I dropped the bags from my arms. "HANA!"

This isn't happening.

This is my fault.

I didn't go when Taehyung told me to.

He can't die.

I should've thought about his already unstable mental health.

Why didn't I think about it?

I only thought about myself.

I'm killing Min Yoongi.

My legs carried me quickly to the bus stop just as it was leaving. I banged on the doors and screamed until they opened them in a startled manner. I'm not going to make it.

I didn't both to sit and stood the entire way, passing over multiple stops that weren't his until I got impatient and got off at one that would have to work. High on nothing but fear and adrenaline, I sprinted as fast as I could possibly go down the streets towards his house. This stop was further away than the other one but I had no time to wait.

This is my fault.

After what felt like years, I burst through his door, breathing heavily with my lungs screaming at me. Namjoon's car had pulled up just as I rounded the corner to his piano room, knowing that he would be in there.

"YOONGI!" I wailed, my lungs screaming as I burst through his door, his body had fallen to the grown.

I froze where I was as Namjoon joined me, calling the ambulance immediately as Yoongi's body gave small jolts. "I just called for a potential suicide and now I'm calling for immediate help..." Namjoon's voice trailed as my focus went solely to Yoongi.

His eyes were locked on me as they threatened to close. But he was fighting it. It was almost as if he regretted his decision as his body twitched and jerked. Overdose. He's overdosing...

Tears flowed down my cheeks as I ran over to his body, shaking his shoulders without thinking only to have Namjoon yank me back. Blood oozed from his arms as a razor fell from his hands. He's so cold... His chest is hardly rising or falling... "Yoongi, I'm sorry... This is my fault! I knew you needed someone... You needed someone who knew about all this... But I ignored it." I wept, trying to crawl my way back over to him but Namjoon held me back.

Yoongi's eyes closed for a split second before they reopened, his pupils large and full of fear. He's afraid to die... Please someone help him...

"Help me!" I screamed out for him as I heard sirens come nearer to the house. "What do I do?"

"Hana, please." Namjoon tried to remain calm as he pulled me back again, foam now beginning to come from Yoongi's mouth.

"Yoongi..." I whined, my heart beating a million miles per minute as the paramedics came in with a stretcher and a bag.

"Overdose." One called the second they saw the foam from his mouth. "Do we have narcan?!"