Yoongi groaned as he woke, just lying in bed, he knew he had something to do that day, he just couldn't remember what. Then it dawned on him, he had a interview. He groaned as he rolled out of bed, catching himself before he hit the floor with a thump. He sighed as he entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water, staring in distaste at the food left on the counter, the food Got7 had brought for him a couple days later when they realised he had none. Only BamBam looked uneasy at this, having been the only one to know about Yoongi's cuts, something he was constantly checking, had he or had he not cut lately. He was, just not on his wrists, on his thighs, the thought of the blood cascading down his legs from his pale thighs, the thought that he was punishing himself, and ridding that awful voice in his head.
He grabbed his head as he felt himself going dizzy, throwing himself back on his bed as he re-entered his bedroom. Sighing, he stood again, stumbing his way over to his wardrobe, pulling out black ripped jeans, a black hoddie saying 'F*CK IT' and throwing on a cropped denim jacket, it was divided down the middle, one side pale denim, the other dark denim. He pulled on his doc martins, leaving his room and making his way to his bathroom. He spotted the blade on the sink, but he shook his head too himself, quickly shoving it back in the cabinet, resisting the urge to watch the blade slice through his skin. He shook his head again as the thougths filled his head, quickly grabbing his toothbrush and brushing the teeth, ignoring the burning itch on his wrists, thighs, he knew he had to fight it, he simply didn't have time. He'd checked the time in his bedroom, he was going to be at least 30 mins late if he wasn't careful.
He slammed his car door shut, turning the engine on and driving away, blasting music through the car speakers, not caring if it defeaned him at that moment. He eventually approched the place of the interview. He wasn't looking forward to it for two reasons, one because he wasn't in a good mood at all and two, it was a interview with his old two best friends for gods sake! Hoseok and Namjoon had been estatic when they found out, Yoongi though you ask? Not so much, not so much at all, if anything he was dreading it, mainly because he despised interviews, let alone an interview with them out of all people.
When he pushed the door open to the backstage area he was met with a pissed Manager.
"For god's sake Agust! Cant you just be here on time for once, were going to be late if you dont hurry up! Now get your ass in that cahir!" His manager yelled, rushing around frantically, Yoongi just rolled his eyes, ignoring the stares of his two friends, casually making his way towards the hair stylist, pulling on his face mask- he decided not to wear his usual mask, just one that covers his mouth.
"There's no time to change your outfit, at least you look somewhat presentable, now get on stage" His manager hissed at Yoongi, who stood, the hair stylist had quickly finished his work, and so had to makeup artist, he was glad he didn't have to change, one because he just couldn't be asked, and two he liked how he looked for once. He followed his friends to the stage, following them out to the three chairs, the interviewer was already there, smiling at them when he spotted them enter. They all sat, getting comfy, then the interview began.
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Sorry it's really short, i'm just lacking inspiration rn, i just wanna write dark and depressing shit (Rather like my mood) But then again i'm lacking inspiration to write. Sorry.
~Catherine
