BTS' Baby Boy

Troubled

Awake. That was the song. Captivating everyone's heart as they stopped and watched his plump pink lips move. When he was finish, he was greeted with an applause and cheers. Everyone became calm again and the couple hugged each other with apologies springing out of their quivering lips. Noticed what he did and how he helped, he bowed and walked away from the little cafe towards the dorm which he shared with 6 interesting men that he loved dearly.

"Jin where have you been? " a tall man yelled. He had a light tanned skin, thin waist and two tiny dimples lying next to his bright pink lips.
"Sorry I got distracted, " He apologized.  Jin didn't tell a big lie but telling the younger the truth would be embarrassing and useless. He felt lonely and sad all the time. Not even his closest friends can make him feel better. So that why he sang to strangers and kept his feelings and personal life away from everyone and distract himself. Tears where on the verge of escaping so when the tall man unlocked the door, Jin zoomed upstairs before the tall man or the others asked questions or talked to him about his suspicious behavior or requests he had to obey.  When the bedroom door was securely locked, tears ran free, staining his porcelain skin. Tiny sobs leaved his mouth, filling his small bedroom.  Staring then crawling towards his wardrobe, he carefully opened it to be faced with his baby pink box full of Little stuff. It was standing there collecting dust. How he wanted to become little and get rid of his stress but last time the others almost found out. His hand reached for the desirable box. No. Not again. The others will find out fully this time. Grow up and deal with it. He thought before slamming the wardrobe closed. The slam knocked Jin's slicing knife on his hot pink carpet, next to his heart shaped rug. It still had blood on it from yesterday. Maybe a little cut will stop me feeling. Stop me becoming a Little. Stop me being so depressed all the time and become the man BTS and the ARMY want. He thought before grabbing onto the weapon for dear life. Running the sharp edge along his milky white skin until he saw blood. This made him wince a bit. He did it again revealing a long diagonal line across his bony arm. Well done, your doing great. Cut your veins. Do everyone a favour, you talentless hoe.  Jin's evil voice came back. Torturing him. Making him feel worse. No I don't want to! Please stop. Jin thought.   Sad, angry, fustrated,  he quicked his slicing thinking everything wrong with him and how pathetic he is being.  The voice is right,  like always. When he was worn out from slicing, crying and loosed enough blood, the voice went and he stared at his right arm soaked in his blood. Numb. Blood covered his rose pink rug. Jin stared at his reflection near his princess bed. Tears began to tsunarmi down his face again. Ugly. Worthless. Stupid. He thought. Feeling nothing more but depression,  he crawled into his bed, leaving the bloody mess and dozed off into a fistful of dreamless sleep. A single tear fell out of his eye and his personality cracked into more pieces. More than before.

Without knowing, one of the men stood outside of Jin's room. He saw everything. Blood, a knife and pink filled his blurry eyes.  Tears fell as he cleaned up the mess. Picking up the blood soaked knife, he threw it out. Thank god Jin is a heavy sleeper or the other man couldn't clean up Jin, change his bedding and wrap up his still bleeding arm before it gets infected.  Dressing Jin in a oversized long-sleeved shirt and shorts, he put the bloody clothes in the pile. Picking up Jin's heart shaped rug covered in blood, clothes and bedding,  he layed a single kiss on Jin's head before he walked out to put the stuff in the washing machine and went to bed to try and sleep before being interrupted with a bloody cough and his thoughts.  He worried about the talk he was going to have tomorrow. What if he hurts Jin even more? What if he scares him? What if I.......   He fell asleep.