⚠ Trigger alert! Contains ideas related to suicide and hurting oneself! Read at you own risk!
I bit my lip in pain as I made another slice on my wrist. Blood seeped out of the fresh wound and I couldn't help but slice some more.
"Yah, (y/n)-ah, shouldn't you be doing your thesis right now?" My boyfriend, Min Yoongi, barged inside my room. I quickly covered my wrist with my black wristband, hiding a wince as the cloth penetrated my wounds.
"Ah, yeah. I'm about to." I said while I pulled my sleeve down to cover any more traces.
He lied down on my bed and heaved a sigh. "Come here." He gestured me to lie down beside him.
"But I'm about to do my thesis-" He stopped me from talking by pulling me down beside him.
He wrapped his arms around me, making sure I never get out of his grasp. I sighed in defeat but smiled anyway.
"Let's take a nap, okay? I'm exhausted." He murmured and I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him with his eyes closed.
"You look like a cat." I laughed.
"Shut up."
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She's sleeping so soundly. I woke up to the sound of yelling downstairs.
Afraid I might wake her up from her peaceful slumber, I slowly tried to pull my arm that she was lying on.
"Yah, Min Yoongi! Did you forget-"
I quickly did the "sshh" sound to my friend who barged in without our consent.
"Hobi, can you please shut up? You'll wake the little angel beside me!" I hissed between gritted teeth. "And please, close the door a bit, you're shining too much light in the room."
His mouth shaped into a heart as he gave out a big smile and he silently went inside, sitting on the chair beside the bed.
"As I was saying, Min Yoongi, have you forgotten that we're having a dance practice today? You weren't planning on ditching the practice, were you?" He crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes, "As if I've ever ditched practice. Just go ahead, I'll tuck her in properly before I leave."
J-hope agreed and left, leaving (y/n) and I alone again.
I successfully removed my arm from below her and I stretched my arms as I stood up from the bed.
I was about to cover the blanket on her when I noticed a shiny metal beside her. I squinted my eyes as I picked it up and realized it was a small blade.
Why... the hell does she have this?
I looked at her with a worried face and looked at her blood-stained hand.
I quickly held it up and saw her wristband. I slowly slid it down, and I saw multiple cuts on her wrist. Some were fresh wounds while the other were just scars.
My eyes widened. Why is she doing this to herself?
I got distracted when my phone rang. "What?"
"We're all here already. Hurry up before our strict dance instructor arrives. He might kick your ass harder this time." Hoseok said and I could feel his mouth turn into a triangle while he's speaking at the moment.
I put on her wristband back and covered her with the sheets, leaving her there to sleep peacefully while I go to practice.
To keep her safe, I took the blade away from her.
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I woke up with no Yoongi beside me. He must've left for practice. It was already dark outside, and the moon was already shining down the dark streets.
I yawned as I looked out the window. I felt my stomach grumble as I stuck my hand inside my hoodie's pockets.
Shit, my blade's gone!
I searched on the bed, hoping it just got caught in the sheets, but it wasn't there. My wound and blood stains were cleaned up, too.
Yoongi must've found out. He must've seen my wounds. What would he think of me?
Worry spread all over my whole body as I waited for him to come home. He might probably leave me.
I ate dinner on my own, then I waited for him. It was quite late already, so I boredly flipped through the pages of a book that I was currently reading.
My eyes felt droopy, so I decided to sleep while waiting for him to arrive.
Around eleven, I heard the door creak open and I sat up to see a drenched Yoongi.
"Y-you're home..! Hang on, I'll get a towel." I stood up and went to the laundry room to get a fluffy towel.
I saw him sitting on the couch, his hair dripping from the heavy rain outside. I wrapped it around him, drying his hair at the same time.
"You should get changed.." I looked at him.
"Jagiya," I flinched when he held my wounded wrist. He looked at me with worry written all over his pale face. He slowly slid down my wristband and looked at me.
"Why did you do this to yourself?" His other hand caressed my cheeks while I avoided eye contact.
"Are... you going to leave me?" I finally looked at him in the eye, my eyes starting to feel glassy and teary. I didn't hold back and let my tears flow down freely.
"I wouldn't question you if you would... The problem is all in me anyway," I looked down as I cried. "You're thinking that I'm just a burden to you..."
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(Y/n) continued to cry, and I felt mad. Mad at myself for being unable to take notice of her and how she was feeling.
All I cared for was my dance classes and myself.
I pulled her in for a hug as I combed my fingers through her smooth hair. "Hey, I'm not leaving you... What are you so worried about?" She sobbed on my shoulder as she held me tightly.
"I hurt myself for no reason. Of course you'd think something's wrong with me." She murmured.
I pulled away and gave her my gummy smile, "So? I don't care if something's wrong with you, as long as you stay as who you are, nothing would change." I gave her a peck.
She smiled. "I'll also stop hurting myself. I'll try to undergo treatment."
We both stayed there in silence, our actions speaking louder than words.
