❝ they say life is a game of survival
where you must fight in order to survive,
would you also kill to stay alive? ❞
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❝ don't be insecure if your heart is pure,
you're still good to me if you're a bad kid baby. ❞
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namjoon and seokjin were still at the basement, "who will you choose?" namjoon asked breaking the silence between them, "i'd like to try that girl called joy and irene, they are really pretty." seokjin spoke gently and it always gave namjoon the creeps. seokjin fiddled with the keys in his hands, "how about you?" seokjin shifted his gaze at namjoon, "dunno, wether who's free, wether who's willing to share." he shrugged, "i'd love to play dress up with those girls, they are so pretty that i might just rip their doll faces off." namjoon shot the other boy a look.
"you'll break them again." he mumbled, "dolls are made to be broken, you know how i feel about girls." seokjin's eyes were screaming warning signs and namjoon was aware, "when will that petty insecurity of yours stop?" he asked a little too harsh for seokjin's liking, "why do you care anyway?" seokjin snapped at him. "because you did rip the faces of those other girls before them." namjoon spat back.
"why not? pretty faces are tokens to an easy life, if they don't have it they'll suffer just like us so what's wrong?" seokjin explained with a slight smug on his face, "take your shot at my room before you go and play." namjoon said, "don't ruin their dolls, jin. they're finally having fun with them." namjoon warned before leaving the basement, seokjin glanced at the broken mirror not too far from him.
"fuck this, why can't i have a perfect face like those stupid girls?" seokjin complained as he kept on staring at his own reflection, he mentally cursed inside his head as he let his own thoughts of his flaws and insecurities take over him. he scrutinized his own self as he kept on pointing out the mistakes he sees in his own appearance.
he didn't feel contentment in any ways, not at all. he always let his insecurities get the best of him, "seokjin, you're already next." namjoon entered the room once more with a tray on hand but immediately stopped when he saw seokjin kneeling on the ground, "jin what the hell?" he gasped and he went straight to where seokjin was, he placed the tray on the ground when he saw seokjin's face– bleeding. he massaged seokjin's tensed muscles before he took the glass shard off of his hand, "jin! i told you to stop doing this!" namjoon panicked as he grabbed the syringe full of the dosage seokjin needs to take, he injected the dosage on seokjin's body and it didn't take long when namjoon found his relief when he saw seokjin's body ease up.
he brought seokjin back to his room, grabbing a damp towel and a first aid kit namjoon gently removed the blood off of seokjin's face. luckily seokjin was asleep, he wouldn't feel the pain. namjoon searched for any broken shards, lucky for him there weren't any. he finished the first aid for seokjin's wound, the good news is the cut wasn't deep but it was a long one that might leave a scar if not treated properly, and namjoon knew it wasn't a good thing for seokjin. "you are always insecure and anxious about your appearance, when will you find contentment and confidence about yourself?" namjoon sighed as he stood up and left.
