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Just one shots about the boys. It's not about their friendship, bromance, but about their love for one another. Cause if you don't think they are secretly gay for each other then well, you are missing something
*i don't do smut*
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Ship(s): jorbyn (Corbyn and Jonah) with a bit of zaniel (Zach and Daniel)
Prompt: Jonah is having a breakdown due to so many stress. But his boyfriend is there to reassure him that they aren't gonna give up, it isn't in their blood
Famous or nah: famous
-Jonah's POV-
I lay on the bathroom floor, watching as the blood ran down my arms and onto the white tile floor. Tears running down my cheeks as well. Demons consumed my head. Worst part, they all had my voice.
It was just to much. I wasn't enough for this band. I shouldn't be in the band nor was I even worth being part of the band. I wasn't enough for Corbyn either. He deserves so much more. More then I could ever give.
I felt the room spinning telling me that I had lost to much blood. I went to stand up but I couldn't. I felt to weak. Making me sob out more. I was so stupid. I can't do one simple thing right.
"Jonah? Babe? Are you alright love?" I heard Corbyn ask as he knocked on the door causing panic to arise within me. I didn't want him to see me like this.
"Laying in the bathroom floor, feeling insecure, ohhh is there someone that could help me," I sung out, changing some words of Shawn Mendes' song.
"Baby what's wrong?" He asked, panic arising in his tone as my world kept spinning. But I took off my shirt and put it over the cuts and added pressure. I couldn't die, not for my friends, family, nor fans.
"I feel like the walls are caving in, sometimes I feel like giving up," I sobbed out as he started pounding the door.
"Jonah, listen to me, hang in there ok baby. I love you so damn much. Please don't do something you'll regret. I love you so much Jonah, please," I heard Corbyn sob out as my heart ached in pain. I didn't want to hurt him. He means the world to me. More then anyone will ever know.
"No medicine is strong enough," I sang, my voice cracking as I stared at the antidepressants that sat on top of the counter. I had been diagnosed with depression a little over a year ago. Not once did I utter a single world to the boys. I was the oldest. I had to lead, not be coward.
