The Boy Who Stutters [YOONMIN]

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My eyes opened instantly, heart beat racing as I gulped.

That voice.

That deep voice.

It's too familiar.

I instantly turned back, and there he stood with a cigarette at his lips, leaning against the wall.

He walked up to me, I quickly looked away.

"Give me that."

"N-no."

"Give it while I'm being nice."

I looked down at the blade in my hand, sighing and handing it over to him.

He threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it while I watched silently.

"You think this would solve your problems? What were you thinking?"

"I-it's none of yo-your business."

He chuckled.

I looked over at him with a frown, "wha-what's so fun-funny?"

"You're an interesting kid Park Jimin" he says while rotating the blade between his thumb and middle finger.

"Just because you slit your wrists doesn't mean your problems are going to vanish into thin air."

I sighed and looked away, "you d-don't know wha-what I'm go-going through" I muttered unenthusiastically.

Suddenly Yoongi grabbed my wrist and placed the blade against my wrist, a small gasp leaving my lips as my hand trembled slightly.

"You're shaking, Jimin. Yet trying to act so brave huh? Listen, sure I have no idea what you're going through but I'm sure self harming won't get you anywhere. Go to class" he sat up, throwing the blade off the rooftop.

I watched his actions silently. He sighed and looked down at me, giving me a small smile and ruffling my hair before walking away.