For what it's worth || Sope

Ill break (pt 1)

Warning:
This chapter contains some sad shit.
There will be touchy subjects such as abuse, self harm, and possibly other screwed up stuff depending on where it leads as I write. (I'm not even gonna lie I'm too lazy to change this after I write the story so continue at risk)

The next morning the painfully bright sun blared through Yoongi's window.

He rolled over, unmotivated to get up and function as a human being for the day.

He decided he would call it a sick day.

He soon remembered he needed to hunt for a new job.

"Son of a cock, I don't want to deal with people's bullshit today."

He said in an annoyed tone as he raised his hands to his face and rubbed his groggy eyes.

He carelessly stood up and grabbed some clothes.

He had showered the day before, so he just needed to get dressed and deal with daily hygiene.

No matter how sad or hurt Yoongi was, he couldn't deal with his teeth not being brushed.

His pearly, straight, white teeth always contributed to that rare find only people close would ever possibly see.

His gummy smile.

When in high school, he was very commonly known in the beginning for his smile.

Though he still barely managed his Shitty lifestyle, he kept his signature smile at hand.

When it became unbearable, everyone said goodbye to the sensational room brightener.

Yoongi soon became a topic of backlash.

He was known as an attention seeker from then on.

Between the end of freshmen year and the entrance to sophomore year everything went to shit.

Yoongi lost almost everyone by the second quarter of the sophomore year, and not to mention the catastrophe of a home "life" he "lived".

Yoongi was asked several times by his remaining 2 friends what was wrong.

"Ah, nothing. Just got caught up in my sleep schedule."

"That's not what your leg says."

Yoongi tilted his head, clearly not knowing what the boy meant.

The male leaned close and whispered to Yoongi,

"I saw the slashes."

He leaned back away from Yoongi and stood up, getting in line for lunch.

The other one sat silently, observing the interaction.

That day the one who went up for lunch didn't return.

He went and sat with other people.

The last remaining friend Yoongi had happened to be his mate.

"I'm not leaving you.."

"I know, Seung. I love you."

"I love you more."

Then why the fuck am I alone?

This was a thought Yoongi pondered his entire life.

He tried for so many years and finally broke.

He was now waiting for the bandages to fall of like they almost did in high school.

(Shits about to get real)

|| Yoongi 1st person POV ||

I felt the bright light clashing through the small opening of my black-out curtains.