hurt | jikook

五十七

Jimin stared into the ceiling, he then decided to roam his eyes around th e cold and silent room. He then spotted his bandaged wrists.

He laughs.

" Let me fucking kill myself. Let me end my own goddamn story. "

" I WANT TO FUCKING END ME ! "

He cried out, voice desperate.

Jimin then stood up, flinching at he felt his body sore for some reason, he then looked around the room as he finds something to use.

When he found nothing, he looked outside and saw the window.

He smiled.

" I don't want to die hearing my bones splatter though. "

He then looked around and finally saw a flower vase.

" Let's end this story, my story. "