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Yoongi POV

I stared at Hoseok as he walked down the hall. My brain was trying so hard to keep the memories tucked deeply into my brain, so I can't remember them. Yet, there I was, thinking about the one who broke me into millions of pieces.

Korea, Daegu: Daegu High School

"Just leave me alone!" I yelled at Hoseok

"I'll help you, even if you don't want me too. I don't want you to be the kid that commits suicide. You're special, I know you are," Hoseok places a hand on my shoulder.

His last words echoed in my mind.

"You're special, I know you are"

Ever since then, Hoseok appeared in my life more often, trying to make me smile. Sometimes he succeeded. I got used to him being there to help me and I forgot what I told myself when I first met him.

I was so stupid to have forgotten that.

Why, because as my depression started leaving, he started leaving too.

When he was supposed to sit next to me in lunch that one day, he sat with another kid. When we were supposed to hangout after school that same day, he ditched me and went off with the other kid. When he was supposed to call or text me at night, asking if I was okay, he didn't even touch his phone.

I was so close to being happy. So close to leaving my depression. It was like a graph diagram. At first, the graph showed a slow process of me getting out of my depression, but it got better when Hoseok came in my life. Then, when the graph showed that I was right about to forget about my depression, Hoseok left.

And he never returned.

It was only a few days before prom, when Hoseok and the kid he started hanging out with, started dating. That's when I remembered the words I told myself in the beginning.

That same day I started crying, something I started to do often. I didn't care with what would happen with me, so I sat on the edge of the school's rooftop. I stared at the bottom. I stayed sitting there for a long time until I got up and stood at the very edge, the tips of my shoes in the air. That was when I heard my name be called from a familiar voice. A voice that I thought would only call out to me and no one else.

"YOONGI! GET THE FUCK OFF OF THERE!"

I turned to look at Hoseok, his face white with terror. I couldn't say anything. When I turned to face the ground, a strong force pulled me off the edge of the rooftop.

Once I got my balance, I instantly pushed Hoseok away. I tried to pretend I was dead inside. I tried.

But a tear had to ruin it.

"Yoongi, are you oka-"

"OH, SO NOW YOU ASK ME! ASK ME AGAIN! ASK ME AGAIN, YOU FAKE ASS HOE! JUST FORGET ABOUT ME LIKE WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE IGNORED YOU, BUT NOOOO! I HAD TO LET MY DEPRESSED ASS GET HELPED BY SOMEONE WHO WOULD LEAVE IN THE END AND MAKE ME SUFFER AGAIN!" I was breathing heavily.

"Y- Yoongi, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what to do. My now boyfriend was just like you when we first met. He was about to kill himself. I didn't want that happening. So I helped him. I admit, I was really stupid for leaving you, but that can change. My boyfriend is no longer suffering from depre-"

"BUT I STILL AM! ALL BECAUSE OF YOU I'M BACK AT MY STARTING POINT! SO WHY DON'T YOU GO FUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND AND LEAVE ME ALONE TO KILL MYSELF!"

Hoseok's was speechless. If I wasn't blinded by my tears, I would've seen Hoseok starting to let his tears fall.

But I didn't care. I left Hoseok up there, making our shoulder collide before I leave.

The words I told myself when I first met Hoseok, lingered in my head for to long.

'Don't get attached. Don't fall in love.'

I hadn't talked with Hoseok since.

And when school started again for our sophomore year, Hoseok wasn't there. Nor was he there for my junior and senior years of high school. I had found out that he had ran away with another student called Namjoon somewhere, when his now ex boyfriend asked where he was.

Present

I was never expecting to see him again.

"ANSWER MY QUESTION! WHY'D YOU FUCKING DO THAT, YOONGI!"