Indulgence- Taehyung [18+]

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-Trigger Warning-

"Stop it!" Nami continued to push the man away. The same man being the one who had tears relishing within his eyes as his jaw became clenched while the base of his chest heaved in repulsion.

"How many times have I told you to stop doing this, Nami?! Huh?!" Jimin couldn't help but yell. Feeling more frustrated than he had ever felt before as he took hold of her wrists. Causing the girl to wince from just the strength of his grasp.

"Let go of me!" She could feel the way her blood began to boil. And the way her tears caressed the softness of her lips as the man shoved up the sleeves of the hoodie she attired. The same hoodie that was his. And the same hoodie she'd use to cover up the fresh scars lingering on her skin as he pressed her up against the wall. Burying his face into her neck even if she continued to try and get him off of her.

"You have to talk to me, baby. How will I know what you're going through if you don't talk to me about it?" His voice was so broken. But she could hear the pain held within it. And the anger lingering within his tone as she felt his nose run down her neck. All while his hands left her wrists only to rest on her waist. The action alone enough to have her heart pounding in her chest. Because she knew that she shouldn't continue to hurt herself. Knowing that doing so hurt others as well.

"Jimin baby, I'm fine— you know I'm fine—"

"Then why the fuck do you keep cutting yourself, huh?! Why do you keep pushing me away—"

"Get out." She couldn't listen anymore. Couldn't stomach the amount of guilt rummaging through her veins. Guilt that only grew stronger as she finally shoved the man away. Meeting his eyes that were dark enough to have her stomach dropping in complete angst as he ran a hand through the thickness of his black locks in an aggressive manner. Chuckling almost mockingly at the girl who glared at him. Wishing she could accept his help. Or get rid of all the emotional pain that always tore away at her soul. But he wouldn't understand. Because she wouldn't let him.

And she watched as he let his tears drop onto his shirt. All until he brushed them away before shaking his head in a disappointed manner. Just like Jungkook would do when he would find the girl drowned out in pain. All while blood transcends itself along the open wounds that the delicacy of a razor blade would create.

But she didn't day a word. Didn't do anything but continue to watch the man who's eyes left her own. And who's body no longer came in contact with her sight as he moved himself from out of her room. Heading straight for the front door in which he was met with Taehyung and Jungkook's frames that entered themselves within the house. Making Jimin stop almost instantly as his glossy eyes met Taehyung's gaze.

"Hyung—"

"Tell Nami I'll see her later, hmm?" Jungkook could hear the shuddering of his voice. Even if the man didn't dare look at him. But instead kept his gaze trained on Taehyung who could see the way the elder glared at him ever so subtly. Something that had Taehyung tilting his head in an arrogant manner, all while keeping his expression one of concern. Because he was good at that. Was good at acting like he cared.

"I-is she ok?" Jungkook could see just how tense the man was. Even if he only nodded before shoving past Taehyung who watched him leave. And who watched the girl come out of her room in an embarrassed manner. Tugging at the same sleeves that covered up the reason as to why she was arguing with Jimin in the first place. And the same sleeves that brought tears to her brothers eyes oh so many times.

"Noona?"

"Everything's fine—I swear." She shook her head. Trying her hardest to smile over at the two men while waving a hand in the air. Something she'd do to disregard anything she didn't want him to dwell on. And something she'd do to push the ones she loved. . . away. Because it didn't hurt as much. Having hurt more to tell them the truth than a lie.

"You sure?" It was Taehyung's voice that had her eyes instantly meeting his own. It being so deep. And so sultry each time it'd resonate through her ears as his lips curved ever so subtly. Having noticed the immediate hesitation lingering within her stance. Because body language was one of the things he was good at. Remembering all the times he learned it from the man who was about to have Jungkook doing something he had no business doing. Knowing that he was desperate.

"I promise." Her words were so scarce. And she could see the way his eyes moved down to her wrists before meeting her eyes all over again. Something that told her that he knew exactly what she had done to herself. And that he'd be the one that'd make her feel like all of her scars. . . were just as beautiful as her.

Late update, I'm sorry :/ But ty for reading !! And some alone time action to come soon *evil laugh* sleep tight for mommy! Night night ♡__♡ (p.s pls let me know if I should put a trigger warning anytime something dealing with self harm occurs. I don't want anyone to harm themselves ♡