Clinically In Love [Vmin-BTS]

Chapter 12: <○Yoongi Poongi○>

A/N: Soooo yeah... Here's a FLASHBACK and maybe some answers... Maybe...

So i hope no one tears up. Coz i sure did:") Just a bit of Taegi, but from a brotherly perspective. Yeah...

Enjoy!☆

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He would've preferred if the wind blew his tears away. But as always, he never got what he wanted. The drop down seemed far. There was probably no way he'd make it from such a high distance. But to him, by taking the leap, he was finally going to get something right.

He needed to stop loving Seokjin. And the only way he was going to achieve that was by instant pain. Instant gratification.

An instant end to everything...

"Taehyung! Get down from there! Please!"

He hated the fear in Yoongi's wind-beaten voice from behind, the fear that sounded so different from before. In the first few minutes, Yoongi sounded calm, as if somehow he was hoping that some gentle chiding would ease his best friend away from the hospital's roof edge. But now... Now it was obvious that the elder was scared. He was scared for Taehyung. A whole childhood ago and they'd grown so close, even found--walked into--depression together.

But Yoongi was also scared for himself. Because he knew that by losing Taehyung, he'd be losing a brother...

By losing Taehyung, he'd be losing a piece of himself.

"Tae... Please... D-don't jump..."

His shaking lips could barely muster it out. Coming from a guy who basically always held his emotions back, Yoongi was at a near crack. And after the ten whole years that the two had been friends for, Taehyung finally noticed. But still, he couldn't stop himself from glancing down at the almost invisible ground again.

"I... I can't," he finally muttered, not daring to look over his shoulder at Yoongi's silent torture. His tear-blurred vision wouldn't allow him to anyways.

Taehyung took in a trembling breath, only to let it out again.

"I'm... I'm sorry Yoongi... I can't..."

Of course, Yoongi expected that. He even knew the answer to his next question. But still, he knew he had to ask. He had to keep stalling...

"What can't you do, Tae?"

He could've sworn Taehyung inched his feet closer to the edge of the roof, closer to the end and some last breaths. But surprisingly, he still spoke, no matter how broken his voice was.

"I-- I can't stop thinking about him! I can't s-stop thinking about what he did to me!"

And his own words suddenly made killing himself more neccessary.

It was true that the never-healing bruises at his wrists was Seokjin's doing, leaving Taehyung with years' worth of emotional scarring. But those drunken late-night whispers that told him that everything was okay finally made him understand that nothing was.

He told me love was meant to feel like flying, he thought, taking another glance down to his desired destination. But then... Why does it feel like I'm drowning in his lies...?

"T-Taehyung... Listen to me."

The falsed calm was back in Yoongi's voice, but still, his trembling voice gave it away. It always did.