Jaded /vkook/taekook/

14

"Go home, Jungkook."

"No."

"I'm fine."

"No."

Taehyung sighs pulling his knees to his chest and looking over at Jungkook who sits on the couch opposite of him.

Jungkook's eyes are still puffy from crying and his hands still shake violently from nearly having a panic attack.

"Jungkook." Taehyung tries again.

"I'm not leaving, Taehyung." The brunette says sniffling.

Taehyung sighs before standing and leaving the living.

Jungkook wants to follow him, his nerves are still on edge and he doesn't want Taehyung out of his sight.

He starts to get up and follow him but he returns before he does, holding a box of tissues.

"Here." He says, Jungkook takes them without looking up.

Jungkook was slightly hoping that Taehyung would have been drunk tonight, and that was the reason he talked himself up to that ledge.

But he wasn't.

He was completely sober and still willing to end his life, it wasn't the alcohol in his system it was just him and his own suicidal thoughts.

If he had been drunk would he have even called Jin first? Or would he just jump without telling anyone why?

"Taehyung?" Jungkook starts looking down at the tissue box.

Taehyung hums sitting back down and hugging his knees.

"If I hadn't stopped you. Would have really done it?" The younger asks trying to blink his tears away.

Taehyung doesn't know what to say. "I wasn't thinking straight, Kook. I'm fine now. I've come to my senses."

"Whatever it was, whatever you were thinking about." Jungkook sniffles. "Whenever you start thinking it just call me. Because I'll come. You don't have to go through it alone."

Taehyung nods silently. He feels two inches tall right now and he wanted nothing more than to be alone.

"Depression isn't a battle you should have to fight alone." Jungkook says, his words touching Taehyung deeply.

He's always delt with his depression in his own way, which wasn't healthy at all.

It usually consisted of him hurting himself, or the people around him.

He kept all his emotions bottled up and he forced himself not to cry, not to even feel the despair that was trying to swallow him whole.

He usually drunk away his suicidal thoughts, to point where even if he ever did try to commit suicide he'd probably black out.

If he had got drunk tonight rather than call Seokjin none of this would have happened.

It was incredible though, the feeling of absolute control Taehyung had felt when he stood so close to the edge, everything depended on him in that moment.

The pain he felt was only still there because he was letting it be, if he wanted he could have ended then.

And he was going to, and he wasn't afraid.

He gave Seokjin five minutes, he knew he couldn't make in there in less than ten, even if he sped all the way there.

Even after the five minutes he counted to sixty three more times.