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"Rest well baby.." he hummed softly burying his face into Yoongi's hair.
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-TW READ AT OWN RISK-

Over the course of the next few weeks Yoongi was getting better but days he'd still ended up cutting but he refused to giving the blade to any of the members. Today was one of those days.

'd-don't do it yoongi..' he mentally yelled at himself placing the blade against his small wrist. His eyes were heavy and spilling tears out. He knew he shouldn't "just one.." he mumbled 'no don't do it you realize everyone is going to feel so upset.' "they don't care.." he huffed at himself before pressuring the blade against his pale skin causing it to painfully break.

"you really think they'll care..? You really think they're going to want me..? You really think that they're happy with me..?" The male was questioning his inner voice. He then slid the small blade across his wrist blood trickling out. "nother one will be fine.." he mumbled taking the blade corner dragging it slowly and watched the blood slowly slip through the cut. "maybe another.." another cut was added.

"they won't care.. I know I said just one how about.. several.." he mumbled making several more opening up older cuts. He couldn't stop, it was like trying to keep yourself from smoking the addicting nicotine.

The boy continued cutting up his pale arm before dropping the blade back into the hiding place in the bathroom. He then dropped himself down watching  the blood quickly spill out and cover his wrist. The red liquid fell down to the tip of his fingers.

"perfect.." he mumbled to himself before falling back onto the cold floor. Yoongi hissed at the  feeling of cold air of the vent hit his arm. "just bleed out.. you can do this.. nobody'll find you, and if they do they'll be way too late.."

Yoongi bit his lip finding the room colder and darker. He moved his other hand clawing at his wrist causing the cuts to get worse. The male hissed in pain but continued what he was doing.

Time passed blood was covering the floor , yoongi was sobbing, his head hurting, his heart hurt. The boy mumbled several cries of help as he looked at the blood pooling out his wrists and cover his hands.

Yoongi could feel the pain in his arm slowly drain away. The pool of blood grew larger each second before his breaths became harsh and short. "j-just let me leave.." he mumbled to himself before his vision grew dark and fuzzy. "almost there.."

His body grew weak the last things he heard was a call for him then a scream "goodbye.."

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