Save me {BTSXJungkook}

Chapter 2 [AT]

Jungkook looked at his hyung with his lifeless eyes and gave a smile that everyone at that table knew was fake but it seemed so real "hyung I'm fine. I promise. I just need a little sleep that's all"

They all sighed and shook their heads. Jin put a plate of hot food in front of him and lightly flicked his forehead to which he pouted at "Jungkook, sweetie, I will make you sleep in my room with me if you're going to not take care of yourself and get enough rest."

Jungkook frowned softly "hyung.. I'm fine I promise.. I'll go to sleep on time okay?" Jin thought for a moment then nodded "eat up" he said then sat down, drinking his coffee.

Jungkook ate only a quarter of the food on his plate which was unusual. He would always eat everything on the plate since his love for Jin's cooking was above and beyond and it didn't go unnoticed that jin gave him more food than usual. Jungkook stood up and put the rest of his food back but he stumbled as he did so. Maybe he stood up too fast. Once he cleaned his plate, he went to his room but not after jin gently grabbed his wrist "were you not hungry kook?" Jungkook shook his head and like usual gave a smile "no I'm full hyung. Thank you for making such delicious food" he gave his hyung a hug before going to his room. He locked the door and slid down the wall with his back against it. This is bad. They're onto him. Jungkook has been suffering from depression and anxiety and he hates it. He wants help but has trouble asking for it. Especially from his hyungs. He doesn't want to burden them so he keeps his problems to himself.

[bedroom and bathroom]

He got up and went to his bathroom which was connected and picked up the razor that was on the sink. He skillfully detached the blade and rolled up his sleeve. He pressed the blade to his skin and slowly made eight cuts.
"Useless"
One.
"Worthless"
Two.
"Ugly"
Three.
"Disgusting"
Four.
"Fat"
Five.
"Waste of space"
Six.
"Faggot"
Seven.
"Disgrace"
Eight.

Jungkook began to cry at the eighth cut. It wasn't because of the pain it was because of his thoughts. The voices in his head. His feelings. His ways. He put the bloody blade down and began to wash his arm which was dripping in blood until he heard the voice. That same voice that's been haunting for years now. "Why did you stop? No one loves you. Why do you stay in this world when it could be better without you? Because of your hyungs? They don't truly love you. They only put up with you because you're part of the band. Once the contract is up, they'll leave you in the dirt where you'll have no choice but to die"
Jungkook couldn't help but cry silently. He knew it was true. One day he'd be left in the dirt. No where to go. No one to lean on. No one to talk to. No one to love him. He'll be alone. He'll die alone. He won't even have a funeral because there'd be no one who'd miss him. At least that's what he thought.

After crying for a bit more, he began to get lightheaded. The crying and bleeding out weren't a good mix. He slowly cleaned his arms and bandaged them then put on a long black hoodie. He wiped his face then put on shoes. He made sure he had his phone then peeked out his room door. All the lights were off which meant everyone was in their rooms. He snuck out of his room and down the stairs. He opened the door but it was shut in his face. He froze and followed along the arm to see..

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