"I just want to die!"
"Would that change anything?"
In which someone saves Jimin from suicide that day on the rooftop....
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So I know that many people do this type of concept for fanfics but oh well! I wanted to do something like this as we...
Wow, wow, wow! What's this situation right now?!?!
Here I was, standing in the middle of the music room, having the most intense stare down with the same sliver-haired man who's been on my mind since that day on the roof.
Min Yoongi...
"And your name is?"
His voice brought me out of my thoughts and I didn't realize until now how close he had gotten to me.
"..."
I tried speaking. However, of course everything that was going on caught up in my head. I looked down as I could feel my social anxiety, starting to take action.
Just say your name! Fucking Jimin, say your fucking name! No, he probably thinks your a complete weirdo right now. He probably just wants to leave. No, stop! Stop saying this to me! Get out of my head! Get real Jimin. He. Fucking. Hates. You.
From there on, I lost all my senses. I shut my eyes tightly and fell to the ground, feeling my body shake uncontrollably. My head went blank and I could hear my heart pounding so loudly in my ears. My hands scrunched into tiny fists as my knuckles began to turn white. I could feel blood on my palms from my fingernails digging into them. Tears were threatening to fall down. This all happened in a matter of seconds and I hated it.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of heat surrounding my body as a pair of arms engulfed me from behind.
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(Imagine that it's a little less scary looking and the bigger guy isn't smiling so creepily lol)
"It's alright. You're okay."
Yoongi repeatedly whispered sweet encouraging things in my ears as he ran his long, rough fingers through my hair. Somehow, I started to feel as little better. I closed my eyes, more calmly this time, and sighed, letting his body heat take over me. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, however I wished I could forever.
Don't let him get to you. You'll end up hurting him, Jimin.
I turned around a bit and pushed Yoongi away from me, resulting in him falling backwards. I looked up at the shocked face in front of me.
"Snowflake, are-"
"I'm sorry!"
Leaving Yoongi behind, I ran out of the music room, feeling my tears stream down my face.
He's going to hate you now. Why the fuck would you let him hold you like that? He's going to think you're a piece of crap!
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"Jimin-"
I ignored my mother and immediately ran into my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I brought my hands to my head and started crying again.
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What the fuck, Jimin?! This is all your fault! You should have just left the music room. Hell, you shouldn't have even gone into the room in the first place. You stupid piece of fucking trash! (Omg I love you Jimin!😭)
I ran to my bed and pulled out the blade from under my pillow. I dragged the sharp object against my wrists, watching the blood gush out. A sudden rush of relief ran through me as I continued to draw on my arms. It's ironic. The reason I didn't cut yesterday is the same reason why I cut today.
That reason being the silver haired guy named Min Yoongi. •••••••••
It's quite short, I know. I wrote this in a rush. I also added some pictures to some of the scenes so you can have an easier time imagining the situation. Also a shoutout to @jin-is-worldwide-gay for commenting on my story. I didn't really think many people were reading my stories so I wasn't really motivated. Not to mention mental health issues have been a bitch to me😖. I'm not fishing for reads or comments or anything. I'm just writing for fun. But @jin-is-worldwide-gay commented on this story and I felt really encouraged! So thanks!
