his heavy breathing turning slow as he ripped the blade across his wrists. he made multiple deep cuts, some revealing the vein in his arm. deep enough to possibly kill him.
he had already written a suicide letter, explaining everything.
he poured the pills from the bottle into his hands yet again, and this time, no one could stop him. the door was locked. it was quarter to six in the morning. he could finally die.
it was his birthday today. this was the best birthday present he could ever get.
he brought the pills to his mouth, and with a large gulp of water, he swallowed them.
he sat down as a heavy feeling made his head spin, and his arm began to hurt immensely. his eyes felt droopy, his breathing was uneven and heavy. his ears were ringing.
this was it. he could feel himself slowly dying. he smiled to himself, the first real smile he'd smiled for a long time.
and just like that, min yoongi was, finally, dead.
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long sleeves ; m.yg.
Randommin yoongi, the young, innocent boy. who knows what secrets he hides beneath his long sleeves...?
