long sleeves ; m.yg.

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[3rd person p.o.v.]

the day min yoongi died was a tragic day for most people.

except for yoongi himself.

his six friends whom he lived with found him dead in his room, a suicide note containing an explanation towards his actions found beside him, which read:

" to everyone -

i'm sorry. i know i was such a burden to everyone i ever met. i just hope that you guys are much happier without me here to drag you down. if you're wondering why i did this, just know that i couldn't go on any further and i had no reason to. i'm a waste of space. and oh god do i hate myself so much. so, so much. anyway, this it it for now. i know you won't miss me, but i'll miss all of you... i love you. 

goodbye. 

- yoongi "

many people were greatly affected by his death, and everyone will miss him a lot. 

but min yoongi is in a better place now, and maybe he could enjoy it better.

no more starving himself. no more anxiety attacks. no more hating himself.

no more long sleeves.

a/n

hey guys!! i apologise for the depressing ending, i wasn't planning on ending it like this but i guess it's how it turned out. hope u enjoyed!! 

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21/10/2020: hi. i'd like to add something - i wrote this story around a year and a half ago, and it was something i never thought people would pay attention to. thank you all so much for reading, voting, and commenting. i really appreciate it. this is just a story that i've written to vent about my struggles, and now people are supporting my work more than i ever could have thought. 

i get a lot of comments relating to yoongi in this story - i want to say, if you do relate to this in any way, i'm sorry. you don't deserve that. i'm glad that people in the comments have found others they can relate to who won't judge them, but if you do seriously need help, please get it. we can do this together <3

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20/10/2024

hello... one last update. it's been a while, but i notice people are still engaging with this story after so long. i was in a pretty bad place when i wrote this but i am doing good now. my perspectives on mental health are quite different. i want to say that despite this story being a sad (but unfortunately not uncommon) narrative for people with mental health issues, it is not always like this. recovery is very possible. i wish i could delete this fic, but i see all the people connecting in the comments, so i'll leave it be. just know that if i had the time, i'd write an alternate version where a more hopeful outcome triumphs over hopelessness (but alas, i'm in uni now). that is a story worth telling. maybe someday. 

but please, take yoongi's perseverance today to be that alternate version of survival. take him as proof that things can absolutely get better. if he is strong enough, so are you.