Drowning // Yoonmin

Chapter 4

I head for Jungkook's room.

This is going to be interesting...

I decide to just go in and I find Jungkook on his phone. Probably on Twitter.

'What do you want?' I hear him say. I know when he's tired or hungry he gets angry really quickly. He needs to learn to actually control it.

'What happened with Jimin?' I say, staring at him. Why would he do this to my baby?

'Nothing much.'

'JUNGKOOK TELL ME THE TRUTH'

'HOW DO YOU KNOW YOUR RIGHT'

'BECAUSE I AM. NOW WHAT HAPPENED?'

'NOTHING THAT CONCERNS YOU'

'OH YEAH? SO WHY DID YOU SHOUT AT JIMIN?'

'I DIDNT! YOU CANT PROVE IT'

'I KNOW YOU DID! WHY?'

'NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS'

'JUNGKOOK WHY?'

Then Namjoon burst through the door. He didn't look too happy.

'STOP YELLING. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?'

We didn't say anything, I only glared at Jungkook. How could he shout at Jimin?

Then Jin came upstairs and saw what was going on.

'Yoongi calm down.' Jin said calmly as he motioned for me to follow him.

'What? He can't just shout at Jimin and get away with it?' I say

'Yoongi. I will talk to Jungkook now Alright. Just go see Jimin.'

'Ok'
With that I walk towards Jimin's room just after I looked back to see a very confused Namjoon.

Jimin's POV

All I can hear is Yoongi and Jungkook shouting at each other. And it's all my fault. If I hadn't have messed up or even be here to in the first place, they wouldn't be fighting.

It's all my fault.

I'm such a mistake.

A failure.

Even my parents agree.

I texted them about going to see them again in Easter but they said they didn't think it was a good idea. They hate me.

They have never seen me dance or sing.

They thought I made it up when I said I got into BTS.

Everyone hates me.

Not one person on this planet actually likes me.

Even my brother is more successful than I am.

I should be happy, I've got a great life. But I just can't....

I have to put on a mask for everyone I see to try and be happy.
Not some sad depressed fat Idol that can't even sing or dance without a mistake.

My eyes begin wondering around the room until they meet the bathroom.

Blades.

I feel the urge to cut getting stronger and stronger as I go into the bathroom.

I put the shower on to make it look like I was taking a shower.

I unravel my bandages to expose my cuts on my arms.

No one had seen these before.

No one WILL see them.