"Taehyung, I really want to go to sleep."
"No."
"But why?"
"If you fall asleep now, you won't ever wake up."
"But that's what I want."
TRIGGER WARNING: MATURE THEMES;
SUICIDE
DEPRESSION
SELF HARM
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
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School the next day was a bore. Arriving to my class, most of the students half asleep, waiting for the one boy to arrive through the doorway.
Minutes passed, the class started with the teacher rambling on about literature and Shakespeare or whatever. It's not like anyone listened.
Eventually, the petite boy strolled through with an apology for being late. He had deep, deep bags under his eyes that were red and swollen, as though he'd been crying.
He sat down at his desk, not taking his bag off, and just drifted off. For a few minutes his gaze was fixated at a corner of the room, above the teachers desk. This, however, didn't last long as the teacher scolded him for not paying attention and not being prepared.
He took his bag off and got his pencil case out, and yet still he didn't say anything or look at anyone. He continued day dreaming.
Taehyung, more than anything, wanted to run over to little Jimin and hug him, tell him it's okay and lull him to sleep, but he couldn't, at least not in school.
