txt one shots⚣

reflection ; soogyu

warnings:

•angst
•mentions of self harm and suicide
•depressing themes
•mentions of schizophrenia

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"don't look at me like that," soobin seethed, jabbing a finger accusingly his reflection in the mirror. "you worthless piece of shit."

"i'm not looking at you with anything, soobin." his reflection replied back to him with a slight evil smirk.

"yes you are!" soobin yells, punching the mirror, causing shards of glass to fly across the room, many pieces piecing the bunny's hands harshly.

"fuck," soobin curses, looking at his now bloody hands in horror. "that fucking hurt, i'm an idiot."

yes, you really are. the voice in his head snickered.

"shut up." soobin growls, going downstairs to get bandaids.

i only bring the truth, soobin. the voice says in a teasing tone.

choosing to ignore the annoying voice in his mind, he continues to attend to his injured hands, wincing in pain as he took out every little bit of glass from his palms. it hurt like a bitch, soobin had to admit.

once soobin was sure his hand was okay, he makes his way back upstairs, not bothering to pick up the fragments of glass that were scattered all over the ground. he simpler shrugged and plopped onto his bed, slowly succumbing to the madness in his mind.

you can't ignore me forever, soobin, the voice suddenly popped back into the taller's mind. i am you and you are me. there is no escaping me.

"what do you fucking want from me?" soobin glowers at the persistent voice.

you know exactly what i want, soobin, the voice replies in a monotone. we can do this the easy or hard way. pick your filter.

"i-i don't want to do it..." soobin's demeanor quickly changes from angry to scared. "i-it hurts me..."

that's the whole point, the voice says pointedly. to feel the pain you know you deserve to feel.

"you're right..." soobin gulps dryly, wobbling up to his feet.

i'm always right, now go do what you need to do. the voice instructs plainly.

soobin drags his feet to the bathroom, biting his lip once his warm hands feels a cool metal slip into its hold. soobin stares down at the blade with fear, knowing the excruciating pain he was about to inflict upon himself.

do it coward! the voice snaps, no longer passive, but now furious. fucking slash your skin until you aren't breathing anymore.

hesitantly, soobin brings the blade to his wrists, lightly dragging it across his milky white skin. he gasps at the feeling, forgetting how pleasant yet uncomfortable it was to cut.

once he is numbed by his emotions, he takes the blade deeper into his skin, not even reacting to the pain anymore because frankly, there was no more pain. soobin was just there, causally hacking at his skin as if his skin were a slab of ham or chicken.