Jimin drank until he had run out of beer, he angrily smashed all the beer bottles, the floor was scattered with broken glass and some of them were digging into his feet. But he didn't care.
"I deserve this." Jimin picks up a piece of broken glass making sure that it had a sharp edge, he makes a deep cut in his wrist with it.
Jimin laughs maniacally, he loved the feeling, the way the wound stung, the wetness of the blood dripping from his hand. It was fatal but it was so much fun.
I deserve this
Jimin discards that piece and picks up another one, making another wound right next to that one.
This one wasn't as deep as the previous one and didn't draw blood but stung nonetheless.
I deserve this.
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FanfictionThe only relic of Y/N was her box full of hate letters which she left for him. Their relationship was as worthless as Jimin's tears.
