𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗛 | 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝐦𝐞

"seungmin-"

"go away." he remarked coldly.

"seungmin it's been two weeks!
at least leave your bedroom."

"no. now before i yell,
i'll repeat this again. go away."

"seungmin please-"

"WHAT PART DO YOU NOT
UNDERSTAND ABOUT
GO AWAY?!
LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!"

everyone was seriously worried.

seungmin isolated himself ever
since the funeral.

he occasionally came out for food
but he ignored the others
and went back to his room.

"we care for you seungmin.
when you're ready come outside."

he didn't want company.

his whole world had been crumbled,
and he feels like it's all his fault.

like jisung died because he couldn't
take care of him.

he grabbed the locket around
his neck and sighed.

choked sobs leaving his mouth.

he promised jisung he'd
never ever hurt himself.

but he was gone now.
seungmin couldn't help himself
as he walked to his personal bathroom.

pulling out a sharp blade,
he glided if across his skin.

managing to smile through the pain
while tears dropped from his eyes.

no matter how much it hurt,
he continued and couldn't stop.

every sharp sting,
he felt the slightest bit closer
to jisung.