Jimin, please

I Love You

Jimin
It's been a few weeks and everyone thought that I was fine again. But I wasn't, I've only gotten better at hiding it. Although I haven't actually cut myself since they found out, I've been too afraid to. Yoongi still checks my wrists every few days. He really cares about me and loves me, and I love him. 

We were all in the practice room practicing Idol. I was doing fine, until my voice cracked while singing. Everyone just looked at me. 

"Jiminie are you okay?" Jungkook questioned. I nodded and looked away from him. 

"Jimin it's fine, why we all take a break." Namjoon announced. 

Everyone had went to get food and I went to the bathroom. I didn't want them worrying or looking for me so I told them that I was feeling overheated and needed to wet my face down. 

I walked into the bathroom and locked the stall door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a razor. Yes I usually carry one with me. I held it in my hand, but I dropped it because I was shaking so much. I managed to hold it somewhat steady and pierce the skin on my arm to create a deep, bloody cut. It was deeper than ever before. I made 2 more and finally decided to stop. I cried and cried. Finally I got up and washed my face and arm, then I went to the other members. 

"Jiminie, what took you so long?" Jhope questioned. 

"Oh I wasn't feeling very well so I sat on the floor for a while." I lied. 

"Ok, are you feeling any better now?" Jin asked. 

"Um yeah hyung, I'm fine" 

We all finished eating and went back to the dorms. I went to my room and closed the door, I laid down on my bed and went on my phone. I heard a knock at my door, when it opened, it was yoongi. I got up and he walked over to me. He placed his hands on my tiny waist and gently put his lips on mine. 

We stayed like that for a few seconds. I was the one to break away. I started to walk back yo my bed when he pulled me, by my waist back to him. I was started by his actions. 

"You didn't look that sick to me" he whispered into my ear.

"Well I was" I lied. I didn't want him finding out what really happened. 

He grabbed my wrist, but I tried my best to pull it back. He was attempting to pull up my sleeve while I was trying to pull my arm away from him. 

"Jimin, please tell me you didn't hurt yourself again" he said still trying to get my sleeve up. 

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. My mind was focused on not letting him see or find out. Yoongi pinned me against the wall and pulled back my sleeve to reveal my scared wrist. His face dropped and his grip on me loosened. I slipped away from him and ran to my bed. I curled up and cried. I felt a heavy body hugging me. 

"I-I'm sorry" I stuttered out. "I'm so ugly and I'm a failure" 

Yoongi turned me to face him. "No, you're nowhere near a failure. If anything I failed you. I promised to be there, to protect you, and now look." He told me, gently holding my hands. "And you're not ugly at all. I love you jimin"

Yoongi
I hugged him, then connected our lips. It became a steamy make out session, until there was a knock at Jimin's door.