Photo Shoot ; VKOOK

Three

Jungkook was sitting on the living room floor, reading the comments on his latest post. Tears were streaming down his face, but he ignored them. He couldn't believe how mean some people were.

It wasn't the fact that people hated on him, that had made him cry. It was the reason why they hated on him. That reason being that he was gay, and a fan of Taehyung

Because he wasn't straight, people felt the need to push him down, to make him feel terrible. All because he wasn't attracted to girls.

There was a knock on the door. Jungkook locked his phone, and wiped the tears away, hoping his eyes weren't red.

"How was your day, Kookie?" He heard the his best friend say.

"It was alright." Jungkook said, his voice cracking.

"You are lying to me." Jimin said, moving closer to Jungkook. "What happened Kookie?"

Jungkook began crying at the sight of his pink-haired friend. "N-nothing is wrong, Jimin. What would be wrong?" he asked, his eyes moving over to his phone, which was now laying on the ground, the screen facing upwards.

The screen lit up when Jungkook received another comment. Probably someone who hated on him.

"Give me your phone." Jimin said.

"No" Jungkook took his phone and hugged it, so Jimin couldn't get it.

"Jungkook," Jimin said, frightening the younger a bit, since Jimin would almost never use his real name. "It wasn't a request. Give me your phone."

Jimin put his hand on the part of the phone, that was sticking out from Jungkook's grip. He managed to pull out the phone, unlock it, and begin scrolling.

"Kookie," Jimin hugged the younger. "Why haven't you said anything?"

"I didn't want to b-burden you with my p-problems." Jungkook said, choking on his sobs.

"You will never be a burden to me, okay? I'm taking this away. It's not healthy for you."

Jungkook didn't protest. He just hugged his knees and cried even louder than before.

Jimin hugged him as tight as he could. "It's okay. I love you Kookie. These people, they don't know you. They don't know how sweet you are, how precious. Don't let them get you down."

Jungkook kept on crying into Jimin's shirt. Soaking it, to the point where Jimin had to put on a new shirt.

Even though Jungkook didn't stop crying, his sobs got replaced by small whimpers. He wasn't on the living room floor anymore. He was in his bedroom, thinking about all the awful things people had said to him.

At the moment, he just wanted to sleep. But he couldn't. The voice inside his head wouldn't let him.

"Just five cuts." It whispered into his ear. "Five cuts and the pain will be over."

Jungkook didn't want to listen to the voice. He hadn't self harmed in almost a year, and he didn't want to go back to doing it. But the voice. Ugh, that voice. It drove him mad. Could make him do anything.

After half an hour, Jungkook couldn't ignore the voice anymore. He punched his ears, trying to get rid of the voice.

He was screaming for help. But he knew it wouldn't matter anything. The voice would come back. Still, he screamed for help, hoping someone would save him, even if it was just for a minute or two.

The door banged open, hitting the wall. Jimin came running into the room. He went straight to the screaming boy and hugged him.

"It's alright. I'm here. You're safe" Jimin whispered. Replacing the evil voice with his own soothing voice.