perfect idol. || j.hs.

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hoseok leaned against the terracotta wall in the batroom and took out his little blade from his pocket.

"hello again, my dear best friend." he 'talked' to the sharp metal object before rolling up his sleeve. his muscle was all gone.

he gently pressed the cold blade against his skin, then pushing slowely deeper into his flesh, and dragged the blade down to make a two inch long cut, atleast one inch deep. atleast.

he watched the crimson liquid drip at a faster pace than usual, and a larger amount of it aswel. this satisfied him to say the least, seeing himself suffer and pay for his laziness and ignorance. he already had a towel prepared next to him, so he grabbed that and pressed it against his self induced wound to stop the bleeding. he smiled to himself as he saw how the towel was becoming drenched in his own blood.

"stupid little hoseok, you're going fucking insane!"