Alone (Taekook) ✅

Thirteen

Warning: this chapter contains themes of self harm

I do not condone self harm nor encourage it in anyway, this is simply for the story

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Yoongi sat back on the bed, holding the crying man in his arms and lightly rocking him back and forth.

He sighed, rethinking his purpose in life.

He’d been in this position before, which was probably why he’d felt the need to reach out.

But he really didn’t know if this man was set to die by Jeon anyway.

But if he’d been left in Jimin’s room, unbound to just roam around, he guessed not.

He continued to rock Taehyung in his arms, until he sensed the man had passed out from exhaustion. He sighed once again, placing him under the covers and tucking him in. He wouldn’t wake up for awhile, but he still didn’t want to leave him alone.

Leaving Taehyung alone would be the worst thing to do. He would take the chance to try and end his life if given the chance. One small conversation wouldn’t fix the problem.

So he stayed, sitting on the edge of the bed, just staring at a wall for the next six hours. He was used to it, and he didn’t need to move around a lot, he liked relaxing like this every once in awhile.

When Taehyung stirred, he looked down at him and smoothed a hand over his hair. “Feel better?” He asked gently. Taehyung nodded and slid out from the covers, standing in the room and looking around. “We should get you a shower or a bath.” Yoongi gestured him to the bathroom.

Taehyung followed behind him and Yoongi started the shower, making sure the temperature was perfect, before turning to Tae. “I’m not going to leave you alone, I’m sorry but I don’t trust you yet. I can turn around if you want me to, but that’s as much as I’m going to give you.” Taehyung nodded and Yoongi turned so that he could undress.

The man did so, stepping under the water after he was naked, letting the water hit him. He began to wash himself gently, occasionally taking glances at Yoongi, whose back was still turned. “Y-you…” he suddenly began. “You know what it feels like?” He asked, curious.

“I do.” Yoongi confirmed. “I fell into a deep depression, after my pregnant wife was killed in front of me. I stopped caring about a lot of things, including whether I lived or died and became much like you. But I found someone that helped me a lot by just simply being there for me when I needed them. I won’t say it doesn’t hurt still, I still have my moments of weakness, but I no longer wish to die anymore.”

Taehyung remained silent.

He finished showering and stepped out, drying himself off with a towel and then wrapping it around his waist. Yoongi turned around, taking in Taehyung's appearance.

“My family was killed in front of me and then their murderers gang raped me.” Taehyung whispered. Yoongi’s eyes widened slightly. “I was set to be an idol, I was going to live out my dream, we had been celebrating, since I was going to debut the next day. They slit my throat, shattered my knee, and then left me there.”

Yoongi was silent for a moment. “Do you know Jungkook?”

“I do.”

“How?”

Taehyung didn’t answer. His hands began to shake and he looked down at them, glancing up at Yoongi briefly, before his eyes trailed towards the cabinets in front of him, wondering if they contained something he desperately needed right now.

Yoongi sensed this and turned, walking to the cabinet, and read hint down, bringing out a small, brand new razor. Taehyung stood there, wide eyed as the man came over and handed it to him. “W—“

“Simply forcing you to stop isn’t going to help you. You’ll just do it behind my back then, and it’ll make everything so much worse, because you’ll feel worse about it. I don’t want you to feel bad about it, and it would be nice if you stopped, but the most I can do for you right now is be there for you.”

Taehyung pressed his back against a wall sliding down. Yoongi quickly grabbing him and pressed his back against his chest, holding him and rocking him gently as the man hesitantly brought the razor to his wrist. “Shh...I’m right here, it’s okay. Do whatever you need to do.” Yoongi whispered when Taehyung began to cry.

With trembling hands, he carved one, thin line into his skin, blood instantly bubbling to the surface and running slowly down his arm. Yoongi held him and whispered sweet nothings into his ear as he continued, sobbing quietly and cutting himself.

He dropped the blade when his hands became too slippery to hold it properly, sinking further into Yoongi’s embrace. The man simply rocked him, running a hand through his hair.

It was the first time Taehyung hadn’t picked the razor up again and attempted to cut deeper. Too deep. He simply sat on the floor, letting himself bleed and be held.

After awhile, Yoongi patted his side gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” Taehyung nodded and allowed the man to help him to his feet. He hissed as his cuts were run under some cold water. Yoongi diligently took care of the cuts, wiping alcohol over them, some antibiotic cream and then wrapping them securely.

“T-thank you…”

“No problem, Taehyung. If you ever need to do it again, even a thought, come and get me. It always feels better to have someone there for you, instead of being alone with your thoughts. Maybe someday you won’t have an urge to do it anymore.”

“You don’t?”

“I still have my moments. But I always have someone with me, someone who I know loves me and cares for me. Sometimes I let them do it for me, too. They can regulate it then, and I never need it as much.”

“I-I see.”

“Come on. Let’s get some food, okay? You’ve had a long day.” Yoongi placed a hand on the man’s shoulder and led him out of the bathroom and then out of Jimin’s room.