Ateez Imagines 🔞

I Love(d) You And Still Do

Okay so now it's time for...

Hongjoong

PLEASE READ: This chapter is probably going to hit you directly in the feels! It contains: Self harm(such as cutting), and suicide.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

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It was late Friday night. You were sitting on your bed staring at the scars from self harm or your feet, legs, and arms. Tears streamed down your cheek. Your parents were dead, and your sister hated you. She blamed you for their deaths. How would the three of you get into a car crash and the car explode, killing them but not you? You didn't know, but you wished it would have killed you as well.

You walk into the bathroom and take out the razor blade and slice it across your wrist again. You hear your front door open, but didn't care. You went farther up your arm and cut again. You're stopped by a hand grabbing you and throwing the blade. You look up and can tell it's Hongjoong, even through the tears blurring your vision. He was your best friend. He knew what you were going through and hated when you hurt yourself.

He cleans your arm of all the blood and puts medicine on the cuts before bandaging them up. He looks in the medicine cabinet and sighs. He turns to you. "I have to go get more bandages from the store. I'll be right back." he said. You don't answer and don't even blink when he gets up and leaves.

When he's gone, you get up and go grab the gun you had been hiding in your closet. You start crying more then put it to your head. Bang. Blackness.

~Hongjoong P.O.V~

When I get back from the store with the bandages, I walk back into the house. Shes not in the bathroom where I left her. I call her name out, but no response. When I enter her room, my heart drops. She was laying on the floor with a gun in her hand. I rush over to her lifeless body and lift her into my lap, tears pouring out of my eyes streaming down my face. "Why, why y/n? I loved you! God why did you let her take her life?" I cried.

After crying for two hours, I shakily take my phone from my pocket and call the emergency hotline. When someone picks up the other line and asks what the emergency was, I open my mouth. My voice is cracked badly as I tell them "My.. My girlfriend.. She kill..killed herself.."

YOU WERE WARNED! I'M SO SORRY I'M RUNNING ON LOW SLEEP AND DEPRESSING MUSIC! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL MAKE UP FOR THIS I PROMISE!