tw// blood, graphic injury, self harm.
-Hoseok's flashback-
He smiles as the tears roll down his cheeks. It's just so fucking funny to be humiliated in front of everybody in school, isn't it? Fucking hilarious.
Hoseok's fist slams repeatedly into the wall next to him as his body shakes with sobs. The words of those petty rich assholes still ring in his hears even when he screams to get them away.
In moments he's standing up and running at his mirror and shattering it with his fists until they're unrecognizable with scratches and blood. Shards of broken glass litter the floor at his feet and his tears sting the cuts on his knuckles.
Before he can comprehend a thing, he's leaning down and inspecting the glass and testing the sharpness of it against his skin, and a small incision is made in his wrist.
One. Two. Three.
His mind is elsewhere as he slashes his left arm with the glass. He rips and tears and he feels so lightheaded and high off the feeling.
Nobody can even hear him scream from the pain, and nobody heard him cry when he cleaned out the cuts he made. Nobody watched as he carefully swept up the glass on the floor and disposed of it. Nobody cared when his body gave out from exhaustion.
And when he went to school the next day, the entire cycle repeated again.
Hell.
This is
hell.
His body and mind are
suffering and his
heart is just an empty shell.
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fake | jihope ✓
Short Story❝find someone who isn't fake, like me.❞ In which Jung Hoseok is very determined to befriend Park Jimin. WARNING! this story contains graphic imagery of self-harm. please do not read if you are easily upset by reading about suicidal tendencies. jihop...
