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Jin - Do I Deserve All Of This?

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Jin was mentally and physically exhausted.
He couldn't go on anymore.
It pained so bad..

He didn't want to leave the boys, but he felt as if everything was meant to be without him.
Maybe the world would be a peaceful place?
The boys would be happier?

You might be wondering, why he was exhausted.
He, had stumbled upon some death threats.
He knew, he shouldn't be afraid, as he had security.
But one of them even said, "I see you, I'm looking through your window"

He had shut the blinds, and called for security to check.
They didn't find anyone.

From them on, Jin was experiencing paranoia.
He had locked himself up in his room.
He felt so useless...

He didn't want to read the hate comments.
Yet something drew him to them.

They said he should just leave BTS, and live on the streets like a dog.

Your voice sounds the worst!

Jin messed up, he really will bring those poor boys down.

Give up!

But the one that hit him worst, was:

Hang yourself! You're not needed!
You're just a piece of trash!

That one hit him right in the heart.
It hurt.
It really did.
And he wanted it to stop.

More threats began coming in, each day.
The members were worried about their Hyung, as he hadn't come out of his room in already 3 days, Only going out to use the bathroom, or to drink.
They all tried to get him out, but he just wouldn't have it.

A tear slid down his cheek.
His chest heaved up and down, with each sob he took.
He felt so useless.

He doesn't want to bother anyone anymore.
He wanted to end it all.
He just wanted it to be over.
Please

'Jin Hyung... Are you going to the restruant with us?' Asked Jimin's voice.
'N-No.. Go on..' Said Jin, trying to hold back his tears.
'Please Hyung?'
'No, Jiminie.. Go' Said Jin.

He heard Jimin sigh, and walk down the stairs.
He heard the car drive out.
His stomach rumbled, and he wondered why he had said no..

He opened his door, and went downstairs.
He began making himself food, but then remembered a comment.

You're too fat! You have to lose weight!

He sighed shakily, and put all the ingredients away, his stomach rumbling in disagreement.
He started remembering all those hate comments.

He broke down crying again.
Why does the world hate him so much?
He cried, until no tears were left to cry.
His eyes stung.

His side began hurting, and so did his heart.
It ached.
So bad.

He didn't want to suffer anymore.
He looked at all the knives in the cabinet, but thought that those wouldn't work.
He went to their shed, and grabbed a rope.

He limped back, his side heaving with pain.
He had got a hook, and a rope.
He was sure that if he did it, everything will be OK.
Everyone will be happier.

He went to his room, and put the hook up on the ceiling.
He tied the rope to make a circle big enough for his head.
He tied it to the hook.

He got a small cabinet, and stood up on it.
He took the rope, and put his head through the hoop.

He then jumped off the cabinet.
That's when the regret hit him.

He started gasping for air, trying to get out of the hoop.
Why did he do it?!

Suddenly, the rope broke off of the ceiling, and he fell, unconcious from the lack of oxygen.
The car had came back, and all the boys came back.

It was Yoongi's turn to go get Jin out of his room.
He saw Jin lying unconcious on the floor.
'JIN!' He Shouted, running over to him, and dropping the honorifics.

The others started to pile in.
Namjoon was frozen with fear, but he called the ambulance.
When the ambulance came, they took Jin away, and the others followed on with a car.

BING

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You're our everything, Jin 💜
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