DESTINY - K. SEOKJIN. ✓

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE
THIRD PERSON POV
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Kim Seokjin had always taken pride in the fact that he could say without hesitation, he truly loved himself. He hadn't noticed the pieces slowly breaking as he would lay awake at night looking at comments, messages and tweets. He had always known he was not the best, but to see everyone else say it made it so much more painful. He was not the best looking member of the group. He is the worst dancer. He can not sing at all. It hurt more than anything he had ever felt. He would rather have the 206 bones in his body broken than knowing he was nothing.

He made up excuses to explain why he was even in the group at this point. He needs to pick up for them. He needs to cook for them so they don't eat fast food, but overtime he realised that they were capable of taking care of themselves. Yoongi was an amazing cook, Jimin loved to clean when he was bored, Taehyung made sure all of them ate and Jeongguk made sure all of them laughed at the very least once a day. 

But Seokjin's laughs became forced over time as he began to question himself more. Eventually, he stopped trying to laugh or smile. He knew that it hurt Jungkook to see his eldest hyung in so much pain. He also knew that Hoseok was stressed out, because Seokjin couldn't get the dance to 'I'm Fine' down. It was all his fault, that's what Jin would tell himself as he lay awake in bed at night. He would never allow himself to cut himself, everyone else would see. He stopped caring about that eventually, he could just wear longer sleeves.

Somehow, he ended up here. It was eight in the evening and all of the other members went out to eat. He told them he was sick, he would see them when they got back. That was a lie, they would be seeing him when they got back. Tears streamed down his flawless skin as he looked at his arms, he ruined one of the things he loved most about himself at some point. The skin that had once been smooth and clear was now blemished with scars and scratches that would never go away.

Seokjin grabbed the bottles of hydroxyzine he had asked his doctor for, it was originally for allergic reactions, insomnia, anxiety or OCD. The bottle was full of two months worth of pills, all 50 miligrams each. He didn't look at the two bottles in his hand as he grabbed a bottle of Tequila from his bed side table. He titled his head back as he poured half of the first bottle of pills in his mouth. The Tequila replaced the awful taste of the white pills. He repeated the action until both bottles were empty and he was no longer sober.

He took another large sip of Tequila as he threw out the razor he had used to ruin his skin. He put the chair under the ceiling fan and grabbed the rope he had bought a week beforehand. He made sure the rope was tightly around the fan and put his head through the noose. He tightened it so it was firmly around his neck. He took one last gulp of the Tequila before throwing the bottle to the floor, some of his anger being released as the glass shattered on impact.

He smiled for the first time in what felt like a long time. He heard the door slam open and the others members voices causing him to jump out of shock, slipping off the chair causing it to bang against the ground. He felt as if he was suffocating, which he was. The rope stayed against his neck despite his struggles to get it off. It hurt so much, he just wanted to die from the pills in his sleep. A choked sob managed to escape his lips as someone called his name. He wanted to cry out for them, but it was too late, he made his decision. He allowed his eyes to shut with a sad smile on his face as he welcomed the darkness.

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Laughter rang through the air as six boys in their early twenties got out of a large black car. Smiles were plastered on all of their faces as they entered the large building in front of them. They bowed to Jun - the guy that ran the lobby of the building. They all squeezed into the elevator in a comfortable silence. Laughter once again erupted amongst them as the elevator opemed, revealing their flat as they realized the second oldest had managed to fall asleep against Jeongguk.

They walked into the oddly silent living room as Jeongguk threw the half awake Yoongi onto the couch with a soft smile as he stared at his hyung fondly. "Jin hyung?" Jimin yelled as he thought he heard a bang. He took off his coat and hung it in the closet. He received no answer causing him to frown slightly as he left the other members in the living room to go and check on Jin.

He knocked on the closed door, but he received no response. He opened the door and nothing would take back what he just saw. His Jin was hanging there, a chair on the floor and shattered glass. His eyes fell on the empty pill bottles as he rushed to his hyung, ignoring the sound of the glass as he stepped on it. "Hyungs!" He screamed as the shock subsided and he rushed to relieve the pressure on his throat. He lifted his hyung up slightly so he was no longer suffocating and waited for the others.

Namjoon was the first one to stumble in, slightly out of breath from running. His eyes widened at the scene in front of him. Yoongi appeared behind Namjoon wide eyed.  "Get a fucking knife! Don't let the others see," Namjoon shouted but it was too late, the other members saw. Jeongguk pushed his hyungs aside as he rushed in the room. He put the chair back up and stood on it, lifting Jin up more so the rope around his throat would't be as tight.

Namjoon was on the phone speaking with the officers as they sent out an ambulance. Jeongguk took the knife from Yoongi and cut the rope, holding Jin's body to him as gently as possible. He laid him down onto the floor and began performing CPR as he calmed his breathing. He faintly heard Yoongi hush the others out besides Namjoon. The sirens were loud as they approached the building, he silently begged them to hurry before it was too late.

Then things became blurred as soon as they entered the room. He accidentally cut himself on the glass as he screamed at them as they dragged him from his hyung's lifeless body. As he was dragged he spotted a a book with a note laying on the dresser. He grabbed it and surrendered, leaving the room as tears streamed down his face and he shook violently.