Seeing Red || yoonmin

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A/N: Serious trigger warning.

Abusive language, self harm, bullying, mention/action of suicide attempt.

Sincere apologies for any discomfort reading ahead.

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Faggot

Kill yourself!

Yoongaaay

Unloved

Useless!

Go away

Yoongi stared at the scribbled marker mess in front of him on his locker, biting down hard on his lip as he tried to fight the tears trying to brim to the surface.

Other students were heard murmuring while walking past the short lean figured male, dressed head to toe in all black.

He lowered his head as he heard a few giggles here and there before opening up his locker to reveal a couple razor blade pieces fall out of his locker in a heap.

He stared down at the floor in horror as he heard a group of laughter from nearby before whipping his tear filled eyes around to look at the people who continuously make his life hell.

"Present for you, emo boy!" A girl smiled as she giggled.

"A lifetime supply until there aint life no more!" A boy smirked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"Aww look he's crying!" A taller male made a mocking sad pout before he laughed.

"Yahh~ I still can't believe he confessed to you!" The girl played with her hair before looking down at her fake nails.

"I know." The male pulled a disgusted face. "So gross and gay."

Gross and gay.

Yoongi flinched at those words and lowered his head as the tears flowed, the horrible bunch just started laughing. Then his 'crush' pushed him hard into the lockers making Yoongi gasp as he hit his right arm against it, making him slowly sink down as he held onto his arm trying not to cry more.

"Hurry up and die already weakling!" The girl chimed out in the emptying hallway as she walked away with her boyfriend and his friend.

Yoongi quietly sobbed in the empty hallway as he held onto his right arm, getting up slowly as he walked down the hallway into the male restroom.

As he walked to the mirror, he wiped away at his tear strickened face before lifting up the sleeve of his hoodie to reveal his arm covered in small shallow cuts, new ones on top of old scars.

Yoongi grabbed some tissue, wetting it with water and lightly dabbed at the re-opened cuts on his arms that stung with every touch.

Yoongi couldn't help what he did. The pain of every day he faced was unbearable to a point. Once he started, he couldn't stop. It was addictive. The pain was comforting sometimes. Other times not so much.

Yoongi let out a shaky sigh as he pulled down his hoodie sleeve carefully and walked out of the restroom, making his way to his last lesson late.

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"Get him!" One of the jocks yelled as they pelted Yoongi with raw eggs from the culinary class, laughing as Yoongi fell over and cowered in a shaded corner outside the college.