LOVE MYSELF: YOU

A Knock On The Door

"Pain is only temporary. 

Physical pain is only a challenge. 

My life is just a temporary waiting room for my soul. 

I will leave this shameful world in one cut of my knife. 

My life will be over soon."  

Yoongi picked up his pocket knife with shaking hands.

He took a deep breath and brought it closer to his pale arm. 

He slowly pressed down on the smooth, porcelain-like skin, revealing the crimson liquid underneath. 

He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed down harder, bringing up more of the dark liquid that dripped to the floor with every incision he made.

It stung every time the knife penetrated his skin, but Yoongi kept on going, ignoring the pain.

He progressed until there was a pool of blood at his feet. 

Yoongi collapsed onto the cold floor, awaiting his death.

He thought back to all the times he would be bullied for not having parents, all the times he tried to run away from the orphanage, all the times he tried to commit suicide. 

All these thoughts engulfed him and he laid there, waiting for the time when these thoughts would leave him and he would be free from the world.

But as he waited for his end, he heard a knock on the door.

The doorknob rattled and Yoongi slightly opened his eyes, looking over in the direction of the door. 

He was curious about who was on the other side, but he wasn't interested enough to go find out so he just laid there on the cool floor. 

Just then, the door bursted open, revealing a sweaty, breathless girl with messy hair and 3 large suitcases behind her.

She waited at the door for a few moments before finally speaking.

"Hello?" she said, hearing small intakes of breath from the bathroom.

She abandoned her suitcases at the door and cautiously walked into the apartment, her eyes scanning every inch of it as she walked further in.

She arrived in front of the bathroom door and pulled it open further to see Yoongi, collapsed on the floor with already drying blood covering the previously colorless tiles.

"What are you doing?" she asked in alarm, shocked to see a frail human being in her supposedly new apartment. 

"Dying, can't you tell?" he responded dully will his eyes half open.

"Do you need help with that?" she asked, a little confused as to how to handle the situation at hand.

"No, just leave me here and I'll die on my own. Don't worry," he told her, slightly looking up to see the disheveled girl before him.

"Well, I'm pretty sure I should help you," she says, a little unsure of what to do. 

Yoongi only hummed in response, either in annoyance or compliance. 

The girl looked around the house in search of some paper towels for a few moments before finding a roll and letting out an ear-piercing squeal which made Yoongi want to die faster.

She ran back to the bathroom as soon as she found the paper towels and began unraveling the whole roll. 

She then started to lay them down on top of the bloody areas by dropping them from far up above the floor so she wouldn't have to touch the blood. 

After she had layered about the whole roll on top of or next to Yoongi's limp body, she leaned in close to his milky face and shook his small figure.

He flailed about like a rag doll and groaned in response to her.

When she heard the small yet firm noise come out of his mouth, she sighed, relieved that he was still alive. 

She picked up his smooth, pale arm from the floor and began dragging him to each of the rooms, trying to find his bedroom which she could possibly put him in.

She hauled him around the house for a few moments before finding a small room with an average bed in the center.

She assumed that it was his bed and flung him onto it, blood staining the sheets in the process. 

"Oh, man!" the girl exclaimed, seeing the stains forming on the thin blanket.

She carefully removed the layer from the stiff bed and as she did that, Yoongi rolled over the other side of the bed, falling off with a small thud.

She winced at the sound and held the sheets up, struggling to hold onto the large piece of fabric.

She lumbered over to the bathroom and dumped the sheets in the bathtub. 

The girl then turned the knob in the bathtub, hot water pouring out of the faucet as she did so.

She filled up the tub to its maximum capacity and left the bathroom, going back to Yoongi's room to check on him. 

He was sound asleep on the floor, his face paler than usual.

She grasped his wrists and towed him back onto the now barren bed.

She let out a loud sigh and sat down on the bed next to him.

"What am I going to do?!" she said aloud, knowing no one could hear her.

She took her phone out of her back pocket and turned it on.

She could feel it buzzing to life, showing her background picture of her and her friend, Cristina smiling together.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly seeing the picture, thinking of her strange yet pretty amazing friend. 

She swiftly unlocked her phone and called her most often used number.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end said.

"Tina?" she replied, grinning a little at her confused friend.

"Y/N!" Cristina exclaimed, recognizing her dear friend's voice. 

"Hey! Can you pick up the homework for me? I don't think I can come today," she told Cristina, glancing over at Yoongi with concerned eyes.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Cristina asked, afraid of what the answer could be.

"No! Well yes. Wait, no! Um... Kind of," she responded, confusing herself and Cristina in the process.

As Cristina listened from the other side of the phone, her worry slowly faded and a sly smirk formed on her lips.

"Oooooh! Y/N's got a boyfriend!" Cristina squealed from the other side, wiggling her eyebrows even though her friend couldn't see her.

"No! Of course not!" she told her friend as she flailing about, causing Yoongi to flop on the bed as he slept peacefully. 

"OMG! Did he come over to your new apartment and make it a little less new?" Cristina teased, putting an emphasis on the words 'less new.'

"No, Tina! Ew!" she told her dirty minded friend, trying to shrug off that disgusting image from her mind.

She could clearly hear Cristina wheezing and laughing like a maniac from the other side of the phone.

"Hey! Stabp it!" she yelled at her hysterical friend.

"I can't! It's just too funny!" Cristina told her very unamused friend, clutching her stomach as small coughs left her mouth.

"Tina! I'm being completely serious!" she told her annoying friend, hoping she would stop laughing at her embarrassment. 

"Well, what is it?" Cristina asked, still trying to catch her breathe.

"I sort of found someone in my apartment trying to commit suicide and I also kind of saved them I guess?" she told her friend, awkwardly laughing at the end.

Cristina was beyond baffled as her mouth hung wide open.

"WHAT?"