It was a normal day for Seokjin. He woke up in his living room with bruises painting his body.
He felt disgusted in himself. He was so useless. The world would be much better if he would never had existed.
His father would still have his wife. The people who bully him would be way more happy, and Taehyung wouldn't need to worry about a useless piece of garbage.
Everyday he thinks all these horrible thoughts. But the worst thing is that he thought all of them were true.
He believed he was useless and didn't matter in this world.
