sad. the sequel. || taekook.

scars and blisters.

Jeon Jeongguk.

I was full out crying,

on the floor,

blisters covering my hip,

the lighter next to me.

"Die."

"Yes, die."

"The world does not, did not, and will not ever need you."

I blindly reached for a blade,

no longer than my index finger.

With trembling fingers,

I brought it up to my neck,

slicing across my collarbone,

blood immediately dripping from the wound.

Just a little further up,

dig the end in,

and it'll all be over with.

Come on Jeongguk.

Just a small flick of your wrist,

and push forward...

I suddenly dropped the knife with a loud clatter.

I can't...

"Jungkook?"