hurt | jikook

六十三

After he ate, he immediately went back to his room, locked the door and sat on the bed.

His mind then started to be filled with so many thoughts.

He looked at his reflection on the mirror in his room, his hair is messy, eyes are puffy, a runny nose, a useless human being and a depressing Jungkook. He saw nothing of the Jungkook from before, almost as if he died along with his bandmate and lover.

" I look so fucking disguting haha. " He laughed to himself as his eyes started to roam his body, stopping on his bloodied wrists.

" Oh, I'm glad the hyung didn't notice you. " He said to nobody as he glides his fingers on his newly made cuts.

" You're my friends from now on. You'll comfort me whenever i'm sad. Just a slice somewhere on me and it's done. " He continued.

" Let's start new ones, shall we? "