Save Me; A Seokjin Centric

viii; bts (ii)

'Chapter eight behind the scenes; part two'

'her'

He didn't know if the beeping he heard was coming from inside his head. He didn't know if the darkness he saw was from behind closed eyelids. He didn't understand why his body felt so numb. He didn't understand why he couldn't move. He tried to look ahead of him but saw nothing but endless black. He adjusted his eyes once more and only then did he notice a change. It was like swirls of colour were dancing in front of him, and as they did, they began to create a picture...

... of him. It was a picture was of his face. Though something wasn't right. Pictures were supposed to be about happy things, right? They were supposed to showcase beautiful moments in our lives, right? Then why did he look so sad? The first thing his eyes caught on to were the details of his pale face. It was quite red, places like his cheeks and under eyes were swollen. His eyes were bloodshot red and puffy, brimmed with tears. His lips were bruised and bitten with tiny flecks of blood in some places. His hair was quite messy, they had lost their normal shine and bounce, they didn't frame around his eyes like they would normally, instead strands were sticking up and all over. More colours began to dance. This time they painted a picture of his body from neck to toe. It was quite odd. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of boxers. A concerning image it was. Cuts and bruises littered his chest and stomach. Other areas of his body contained wounds of the same sort.

"What-"

As he spoke the colours started to move again. Only this time they were splashes of red on the spot of wrist. Seokjin's eyes widened in surprise.

They were his cuts.
Two beautiful cuts spilling with crimson red. Blood travelled across the surface of his hands until they were nothing but tiny droplets that fell to the floor.
One by one they would mutate into thin air as soon as they'd hit the ground. He kept his eye on the finger of his reflection where a new drop threatened to fall and when it did, it stayed there. It didn't mutate into air this time but rather it seeped into the ground and from that very spot did it bloom a beautiful bush of roses. Ruby red roses. Six to be precise.

Seokjin's eyes went back to his reflection to note any more clues but instead he found himself making eye contact - something he didn't want to do because this whole thing was freaking him out as it is. No words or actions were exchanged until Seokjin - with the smallest amount of confidence he had - asked with a tiny voice,

"What happened to you?"

His reflection smirked. He fucking smirked. Wasn't he just crying a minute ago? But he began to speak otherwise,

"Simple. We happened."

We? Who is we? Confusion was very notable on Seokjin's face so the other began to speak.

"You and I, Seokjin."

"But are we not the same people?"

"We are very much the same as we are different. You see people say that one's battle scars are to show their victories, but Seokjin, we are not like them. Hasn't it become evident that whenever we try to succeed we fail?"