P l e a s e . . . [ Taekook - Self-Harm AU ] ⚠️

[ Chapter 12: Worse ]

These 5 months have been great for Jungkook and Taehyung so far. Their relationship didn't go downhill, unlike how Jungkook expected. Their relationship lasted a lot longer than Jungkook expected. More importantly, their relationship was full of love and care... unlike how Jungkook expected. Jungkook was scared to be in a relationship again. Not after what happened to his last.

But would Taehyung ever do anything to him? Probably not... But Jungkook didn't know if Taehyung was just leading him on. As sweet as he was, Jungkook still couldn't help but feel like Taehyung was leading him on just to throw his body into a floor of spikes, back first. Even if Taehyung did do such... He'd be used to it anyways.

Jungkook was... He was happy with where they were at at the moment. He was happy with Taehyung, overall, and he couldn't ask for anyone better. Taehyung was just right. He absolutely loved Taehyung. He loved him more than anything.

But at the same time,
...He wasn't happy at all.

Jungkook was happy with Taehyung. That was about it. Home was fine... But school still wasn't. More people began to pick on Jungkook because he was dating Taehyung, but also got Baekhyun expelled. The bullying with Yoongi, Jackson, Jennie, and Lisa was worse than Jungkook thought it could get to. He'd come back with nasty bruises on his body that would take forever to heal.

More importantly... The cutting got worse. It got so bad to the point where he nearly passed out while cutting himself. Yet, he didn't. He wished he would've, but that didn't happen. He wished it would be the eraser to all of his mistakes. A sacrifice he was willing to make. It wouldn't be much of a sacrifice, anyways... would it? It wouldn't make a difference in the world. After all... Jungkook was a mere, unnoticeable speck on the planet. Nobody would care... right? That's what he always thought.

Here the boy was now, sitting in the bathroom at 2 in the morning, cutting all of his problems away. Even if it hurt, he didn't care. He was used to the pain. Physically and mentally. Sometimes... He wished that pain was able to be eased. Jungkook's only temporary pain killer was Taehyung. He loved him and all... but he didn't stop the thoughts of wanting to kill himself go away. The thought went away for a while, but it came back ad soon as things got just a little worse. Again.

Jungkook sighed and stood up. He walked over to the sink, washing off the blood from his arms. He winced in pain, but he was used to it, so he didn't make any noise. He rolled his sleeves back down after, drying his hands on his pants. He got out of the bathroom and shoved the razor back in his bag. He felt terrible. Disgusting. Worthless.

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair after, glancing over at Taehyung's sleeping figure. He smiled weakly and stepped over to him, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you, Taehyungie." He whispered. "...Thank you. For everything."

With that being said, Jungkook grabbed his bag and left the house without waking anybody up. He walked in the dark, only the street lights and the full moon allowing him to see properly. He looked down at his feet, occasionally at his surroundings. He knew where he was going.

Jungkook stopped at a bridge. He leaned against the railing, sniffling a bit as tears began to fill his eyes. He attempted to wipe them away, but that only made it worse. He didn't sob, or at least he tried not to. He took in a sharp breath and climbed over the edge of it, gripping railing. Was he really doing this? Was he really gonna kill himself right then and there?

He closed his eyes. Voices began to ring through his ears, the memories of insults thrown at him and all the times he was beaten to death. The voices got louder and he finally began to sob, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. He cursed and covered his ears, but that didn't stop the voices. They got louder and louder, screaming in his head. He could practically see everyone laughing at him by now. His head hurt. So did his eyes, guts, arms, and ears. He took deep breath.

Jungkook counted down, 3, 2... and 1. He closed his eyes and...

Jumped.

He really did it.

He jumped off the bridge.

The voices all turned into laughter and cheering... but Jungkook saw Taehyung's face. His dark, glistening eyes and a frown on his face. An expression that looked like he might cry at any second. Jungkook cursed, whimpering once his body broke through the cold, wet water. He felt a spike of regret tug at his body. He didn't want to leave Taehyung. He tried to swim back up, but the body only seemed to pull him down at a greater strength than him. Jungkook was desperate, but nothing worked... Before he even knew it,

He passed out.

Chapter 12 End...