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Afraid

*TRIGGER WARNING!* This chapter includes topics about self harming, so if that is a touchy subject for you, you can skip to the next story.

There's a weak self standing, it's a little dangerous fall sometimes again into depression and compulsion

Hell no, anyway I don't even know if that's the real me

Her hands were trembling as she let the bloodied blade slip from her fingers and drop onto the floor with a clank. She took one look at the dark red blood that dripped down her hands, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"Jagi? Eunji where are you?" Jungkook shouted, his tone full of worry. He ran into her apartment, searching everywhere. "Please tell me you're here."

Biting on her lip to keep the tears from falling. She heard his footsteps walk into the bedroom and towards the bathroom. She held in her breath.

"Eunji I know you're in here. Open the door please," Jungkook said, trying to twist the knob. But the door remained locked.

Her hand dropped, her fingers curling up to form a fist of shame. She didn't want to open the door. She didn't want to face him. She couldn't face him.

"Jebal Jagi, open the door," Jungkook's voice began to wobble. "Jebal."

Her mouth betrayed her and a broken sob escaped her lips. Eunji raised her hand to muffle her sobs.

The conflict I've mentioned, it hurts your head

It was around 18 when my social phobia began

Yeah, that's right around that time my mental state became polluted

With all his strength Jungkook forced the door to burst open, revealing his girlfriend leaning against the wall. Her long hair was covering the redness from her eyes and the blood was still dripping. The small blade laid on the floor next to her foot.

Immediately Jungkook embraced the broken girl. He held her in his arms and cried like a baby.

"Jagi why...you cut so deep..."

Eunji's lips trembled as she struggled to speak, "Mianhae Jungkook-ah. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"No, don't say that Jagi," He whispered, gently stroking her hair. "I'm here now. It's okay."

She cried into his shoulder, and Jungkook did his best to try and comfort her. He looks down to see her cuts and more tears fall. How long have you been in suffering alone?

They sat there for a while, Jungkook holding her securely without saying anything. When she finally calmed down enough, he began to clean and bandage her wounds.

"Jungkook," She said his name in a raspy voice.

"Hm?" He responded as he securely wrapped the bandage around her forearm.

Sometimes I'm afraid of myself, thanks to my self-hatred

And the depression that came to play again

"I'm afraid..." Eunji admitted. "I'm so afraid. I'm afraid of my family and my friends. I'm afraid of myself."

He finished wrapping the bandage and placed the tape on the corner of the bed. He took her hands in his.

"I will help you to not be afraid," Jungkook said gently. "I won't let this happen again."

He then kissed her lips softly, "Yaksok.*"

The agony that dug at my mental state

It's the end of wandering, there was no right answer

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Annyeong my lovely readers! I've finally come back to angst lol. But I hope you enjoyed this imagine, it was inspired but our very own Agust D's song "The Last." Thank you so much for reading ^_^

*means promise