"Look at me," he began, his voice cracking in the process. "Look at me dammit!"
The tears had already spilled but fortunately, they weren't visible to him. Shaking uncontrollably, his arms were spread.
"Serre-moi dans tes bras très fort, à me fair...
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WARNING: this chapter mentions drug use, self harm and is fookin sad, i cried while writing this. please read at your own risk.
Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok all sat in the living room, looking like angels in their all white clothing. The three of them had been staring down at the picture of their late friend.
The three of them talked so much throughout the years each time his death anniversary came around that it was hard to even pick up a conversation this time.
Though it was hard to say anything, their minds were packed with memories of Jimin. All of them connected with Jimin on a certain type of a level that would never be forgotten.
Hoseok eyes were glued to Jimin's eyes in the picture frame. One thing he remembered about the younger was how when they had first met, he was one of the only people who didn't fall in love with the facade he had going on. People knew Hoseok to be a bright, sunny person back in high school and that's exactly what he wanted them to believe.
flashback
Class was in session but Hoseok was in the bathroom.
Hoseok was in the bathroom and he had been shaking.
The memories of the certain man...doing what he always done. It was so many times that Hoseok had thought that the man had enjoyed everything he had done to him. He figured out it wasn't normal not that long ago and it made him paranoid and terrified to even live.
Though there was one thing that numbed the pain. Looking down, he quivered while watching the fresh scars that laid on his tan skin. Scars that weren't even healed yet but Hoseok had to...he couldn't help it.
He remembered he only used razors to practice shaving when he grew facial hair...now they were useful for something else.
He grabbed the blade that was already taken out of the torn apart razor and he slowly led it towards his scarred skin. Sobs that were uncontrollable escaped his lips. He didn't care that there would be more scars on his skin, as long as it would just numb the pain...even for a few hours. That was enough for the boy.
Just as he was about to do it, a voice was had him halt.
"I thought that too..."
Hoseok didn't even bother to turn around, he only looked up at the mirror and saw Park Jimin, a boy he only met last week leaning against the bathroom stall that was once closed before.
"I thought it would numb the pain, and it did. Stubbing my toe is so fucking painful but cutting...cutting became painless." He stated.
