𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jin

this is the last one for today but dw i'll have the next five up soon :))

He's always there for you but when are you there for him?

You've never really thought about it but the best place to start would most definitely be a hospital waiting room with a blood soaked shirt. You shakily wipe away your tears and cast your gaze to the floor, digging through memories to try and find a reason as to why he did what he did.

Jin has always been a happy man. His smile would only drop if it were something that truly bothered him. You found yourself admiring him for it. Aside from that, he's as handsome as handsome gets. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him as they say but he never wanted that type of attention.

He was more than grateful for the group of people he was surrounded by.

While having so much attention, he preferred to keep mostly to himself and stay quiet. It baffled you how different he was with his friends and then when he's alone. Soon enough, after a few months of casual stalking, you joined his little group and everyone welcomed you with open arms.

Almost instantly did you fall in love with his charming yet caring personality. He put everyone else's needs above his own and took care of everyone as if it were nothing.

Behind the scenes however, as you've recently just learned, it wasn't all sunshine. He put everyone else first because he felt like he wasn't worth the care. He stayed quiet because his thoughts troubled him and he kept that goddamn smile on his face so he wouldn't crack.

His home became his place to let out any raw emotion. He screamed, cried, punched, kicked, and shattered every mirror in his home.

Kim Seokjin hates himself.

It brings you to earlier this evening where you were travelling to his place to have dinner with him.

You knocked on his door, finding it peculiar when it swung open without the assistance of anyone. Rushing in, you began screaming his name out, listening carefully for any signs of life.

Groans come from behind the bathroom door so you ran, kicking it open without another thought.

There he was, covered in a pool of his own blood, still smiling at you. You screamed some more and noticed the huge gashes on his wrist. Cursing, you had ripped your jacket off and torn off two strips and tied it to each of his wrists.

"N-no, l-l-l-let me d-d-die," he begged, blindly searching for his wrists as his eyes began to close.

You immediately called the ambulance, patting Jin's cheek to get him to wake up. You cried and cried until they arrived and took him away.

He never looked so emotionless.

You sniffle and pull yourself out of your thoughts, looking up as the doctor approaches.

"Miss. Y/N. He'd like to speak with you."