Save me

Chapter VI

TRIGGER WARNING 

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'Jungkook... That never happened.' Taehyung scratched his head. 'Did you hurt your head or something?'

'N-no...' An anxious bubble simmered in Jungkook's stomach. 

'Are you sick then?' Jin felt his forehead.  'Nope, you're definitely not ill. It must've been a dream then?'

'Oh yeah. Sure.' A lump stuck in Jungkooks throat. Was it really all a dream? 

'Then what happened yesterday? What did I do?'

'You really did hit your head!' Taehyung exclaimed. 'You came back real late yesterday, so Jin wrote a note telling you there was food in the fridge.'

'But wasn't that two days ago?'

'No?' Taehyung ruffled Jungkooks hair. 'You're really strange sometimes you know? Come on, lets enjoy free days like today, where we don't have to work. Do you guys feel like dancing?' 

Taehyung and the others walked past Jungkook. He was left alone in the hallway.  

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Jungkook had locked himself in the bathroom. Something about it felt awfully comfortable. Taehyung had knocked on the door to tell him they would be going to dancing, but Jungkook had told him he felt sick and couldn't go. Taehyung didn't even question it. 'Oh, ok' was the only response. The others left without even bidding goodbye. Jungkook's heart sank like Titanic. 

Everything was a mess. What was going on? Jungkook stood there, sunken eyes stared back at him. His hair frizzed, his face pale. Yesterday couldn't have been a dream. He wouldn't allow it. He'd finally felt something. Finally. Something good. He wasn't sure what, but it had felt so nice. But now, it was all gone. Not numb, just gone. A pained gone. A longing. A creature clutching his heart and squeezing it. 

Jungkook banged his fist on the wall. His eyes were brimming in tears. Blood dripped from his hand. Red, more red, most red. One punch, two punches, three. Over and over. He gulped for air as he slid down the wall. Jungkook buried his head in his arms. He was so stupid. Did he really think the others would help him? That they would like him? False hope. Disgusting. So pathetic. He wasn't even good enough to stand in the nearest proximity of his hyungs. They shone like the star, and he felt like the shadow that was only holding them back. Did he really think he deserved the others love? He deserved pain. Jungkook dug his nails into his wrist. He needed pain, but this pain wasn't enough. He looked around in the bathroom, trying to find something sharp. A scissor. Jungkook grabbed it. He sliced his own skin like it was bread. His thighs were covered in blood. It was a mess. 

Was he going insane?

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Jungkook woke up in his bed. He could hear clattering from the kitchen. Shit. Jungkook shot up. His hyungs must've found him in the bathroom and brought him up here. They would've noticed the blood on the floor, the cuts on his thighs and the wounds on his fists. Shit, shit, shit.  But why didn't they bring him to the hospital? Jungkook glanced at his fist. No wounds. Nothing. Jungkook traced his arms on his thighs. No feelings of scars or pain. What the hell was going on?

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Authors note:

YOOO guys! 

First of all- MerRy ChrIStmaS. 

Second of all- Damn, I guess I'm not that good at keeping what I promise. Sry. I'll try to update more frequently. 

Third of all- I'm so thankful to all the readers. <3 <3