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caregiver: yoongi little: jin age range: 2-5 requested by: AuthorsTale
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!intersex, self-harm, razors
nobody really knew that jin was different. he wasn't really comfortable telling people which was understandable, but the way he couldn't tell yoongi was depressing, to him actually. he didn't want other people to know, it wasn't for the whole world to know just the person he loves the most.
the thing is he hated it very much actually he hated being born this way. he hated being different, in short he was born his female genitals.
many thoughts ran through his head as he walked home, he would've walked home with yoongi but he stayed in the studio. he quickly made his way home, unlocking the door with his keys.
jin closed the door and let out a small groan. the boy took off his sweater, immediately cringing, tears forming in his eyes as he put on his sweater again.
it's the scars that bothered him, but he couldn't stop. it was a mind playing games, he hated dealing with it everyday but for some reason it brought him satisfactory.
jin sighed and slowly walked to his room yet he kept looking at the small bathroom next to his and yoongi's shared bedroom. of course he couldn't help it.
it was getting irritating at this point.
he wasn't sure what he was feeling, he was getting anxious and irradiated and at the same time. jin quickly looked around the drawers, actually in every drawer, finally finding the thing he wanted.
the 'thing' was a razor.
he's been trying to be clean, he really has, but that hatred just comes back and stays deep in his heart. there were too many things going on right now, he would gladly tell yoongi about it, but he had a great relationship with his partner and he really didn't want to ruin it now, not when he was going through such a low point in his life.
the boy looked at himself in the mirror, all he saw was pure shit. nothing else.
that's all he saw and no matter what yoongi and he, himself would tell him he just couldn't accept it. he knew it was all a lie.
"fucking, shit" he groaned and he slit his wrist and saw how slowly the blood dripped. jin watched and concentrated where the blood was going. he didn't feel satisfied till he slit himself two more times, rising the razor and putting it back where it was so yoongi wouldn't be suspicious. the male cleaned up the cuts and hummed, changing into another clean hoodie.
jin stayed in the bathroom for a while, just looking in the mirror, repeating all the terrible things that were forming in his head till it brought him to tears.
why was i born this way?
if he told yoongi would he walk out?
what if the love of his life, simply not love him anymore?
