A broken soul.

BROKEN.

jeongguk found himself slowly shuffling into the dark corner. the shadows consumed him. all he could hear was the screaming insults from his previous abusers, and the daunting black eyes of his father that constantly followed him with the promise of pain. "shut up!" he screamed. his voice bounced off the four walls of his room, bouncing back to his ears, almost as if they were mocking him. his hands cradled his head. his fingers curling into his hair as he rocked himself back and forth begging desperately for the voices inside of his head to go away and leave him alone.

but he believed the only way for that to happen was by the means of death. with no hesitation, the boy picked up a shard of glass from a broken bottle he had previously launched against the wall during his tantrum and with a choked sob he placed it against his arm. jeongguk no longer seen the world in color, everything had become black and white. exactly how it should've been in the first place. why should it be in brighter colors when he never found any light? he was truly convinced there was nothing for him but pain in this cruel, horrible world.

jeongguk swallowed thickly before finally bringing the sharpest end of the shard to his skin. he pressed the sharp glass into his skin ruthlessly, sobbing hard until the dark blood dripped down his arm, finally seeing the lines clear against his pale, grimey skin. the sight of blood was all too familiar to jeongguk. however, the pain was always the same. unbearable...

his sobs had soon become mere gasps for air, his eyes red, dry and puffy from the sobbing. he didn't know how long he had been staring at his arm. how long he had been staring at the blood welling from his narrow and ragged cuts. it could have been seconds, minutes, hours.

taehyung screamed and wailed, the pain being almost unbearable. was his soulmate trying to hurt him? the crimson blood dripped from his cuts, falling to the no longer clean carpet below him. “p-please.” he sobbed. he knew he couldn't hear him. he knew he was alone. all he wanted to do was to help this poor broken boy he was to call his soulmate. his twitching fingers reached to a marker on the desk, just above where he lay, finally taking it in his grasp he wrote pleading words on his arms, begging the boy to stop. to stop hurting himself and stop hurting taehyung. he had yet to meet him.

jeongguk on the other hand, didn't take notice to the forming of the words on his skin. he was too lost in thought. just a few more deep cuts and he could finally leave the world that was monotonous and dilapidated. the place that blanketed his entire life with despondence. jeongguks throat felt raw from all the crying. it was too much. he knew he should stop but he couldn't, he was weak. so pathetic. his thoughts just continued to haunt him. send him spiralling back into these moods. a moment of happiness for jeongguk would be like jarring a ray of sunshine. impossible but the thought was always treasured.

he let another feeble sob escape his cracked, dry lips. his head-- filled with pain begged him to stop crying, to sleep but even if he were to try sleep, he would only be met with his dark and unwanted thoughts once again.

he was terrified... he clenched the shard of glass harder in his left hand, unable to squeeze it too hard due to his lack of strength. he wasn't sure what he was afraid of; death in itself or leaving behind any future he may have. would he be surrendering any chance of a future that may potentially be brighter? a future that may make all of this pain and sorrow somewhat worth it. however, any positive thoughts faded. jeongguk wasn't meant to be happy, he wasn't meant to smile. he was meant to frown, he was meant to cry. he was born into this pit of sadness and this is where he was destined to stay. there was nothing left for him.

taehyung's eyes shut. there was no longer any blood to fall from his wounds created by the one who was supposed to love him the most. they say love hurts but it most definitely wasn't meant in this way.

now, jeongguk truly had no one. he had lost his soulmate, oblivious to the fact it was by his own means.