sixteen.
Park Jimin,
28 September year 22.
"After returning from the sea, we were all alone."
JM's pov
I got home with blood-stained and wet clothes.
And I'm holding his umbrella tightly in my hands, while the rain's pouring heavily outside.
Her arms that tangling onto my chest earlier stained my clothes perfectly.
I still think about her earlier.
Is she okay?
Half of my mind tells me I kill her, and half don't.
You killed her. It's all your fault.
No, I trust her. I believe her. And I believe that earlier was just an accident.
You didn't kill her, don't worry. She's fine.
No, I'm a killer. I don't deserve her, at all.
I scratched my head that's not itchy at all.
Put the end of this. Leave everything.
I throw everything on the floor, slam the door, and went to the bathroom.
Turning on the water tub tap, letting the water fill up the tub.
The tub's full already,
And my depressed mind is filling up my brain.
Get in. End everything.
I eventually got into the tub and dunk my head into it.
Water is filling up my lungs and I thought,
Jin-hyung, Ryujin, I'll meet you up soon.
I heard a dim sound of someone saying,
'Jimin-ah!'
'Jiminie!'
Hoseok-hyung? And her?
'Ryu-'
Too late.
And everything went black.
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---unedited.
hello guys :))
all things will be explained in the next chapter:>
n i want to ask something, does my story sounds suicidal? i don't want to make you feel the same as them(in this fanfic), so please live your life happily, even if it gave you lemons.
thank you for being a good soul for reading this long ass author note. have a great day/night 💙💜
-bingsu
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