Cravity One Shots

TaeYoung X Jungmo

It all started out pretty funny, laughter were shared and jokes were made, a pretty normal Vlive. Seongmin, as the maknae was requested to do some aegyo to his hyungs, which made his ears turn red and he became a little flustered by it. Everyone was cooing at his adorable acts and fans were going crazy in the comment section. Taeyoung himself was cooing at the youngest. After some time his attention went back to reading the comments, he scrolled through them on his phone, most of it was requests and wishes but some had a bitter tone to them.
x: Why is Taeyoung still part of the group?
y: Yeah right, this ugly idiot shouldn't even be in this industry
z: You're right, and he's slacking very much
zz : His vocals are getting worser everyday
x: He's gonna drag the whole team down
yy: Leave the team your dragging them down
yz: go cut yourself you stupid talentless idiot
yzx:  yeah right, go kill yourself..
A few commentors after that were trying to tell them to cut it out and except every member of the group, if not they should at least leave the members they don't like alone.
It was cute of them to support him and the group like this telling the antis to go fuck up someone else's emotions, but the antis sadly got what they wanted, Taeyoung slowly started to feel worthless and questioned himself what he was good for. The antis were right, his looks couldn't compare to those of Minhee, for example, he couldn't sing as well as Seongmin or Hyeongjun, his fellow Sub Vocalists. He was envious of the main and lead vocalists...of the dancers and rappers, cause each and every one of them where a whole lot more talented than he, himself was. All of the little negative thoughts in his head started to form into a mass of negativity. He started to feel down, more than he did usually, the voices in his head kept on telling him to just do what that comments told him, hurt himself to get over the emotional pain he was feeling, his forced smile fell pretty fast, and tears welled up in his eyes. Taeyoung quickly put down the phone with the display-first, before he excused himself to the bathroom. The whole room fell silent everyone looked to the door through which the second youngest just left room. All of them were concered they never had seen a look like that on his face. Jungmo picked up the phone, looked through the comment section and furrowed his brows. "How dare you to insult him like that?", he spoke up, clearly fuming with anger with the commentors. "He's the kindest out-of all of us and you really go out and straight forward assault him, telling him to cut himself or leave the group,  what kind of fans are you, either you support and respect each and everyone of us or you don't deserve to call yourself our fan, got that!?", Serim had to put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down and shut him up.
But he had just shut him up to say something, "Don't dare to talk about him like that, he's going through a lot of bad stuff this last few months, he'sconstantly fighting with himself, I can even hear him crying himself to sleep every night" he ended a little quieter than he started and sparked even more concern in Jungmo. Taeyoung was crying himself to sleep?
"Well I think it's time to go now..see you next time..", the leader ended the Vlive just a few moments later.
Taeyoung on the other hand was sitting the bathroom, a box cutter at hand, he watched the blade of the cutter reflecting the light of the bathroom ceiling lamp, with teary eyes, before he placed the blade at his forearm mere millimeters away from his wrist.
The first cuts were hurting like hell, but the next ones were painless, he became numb to the pain as he watched the box cutter cutting through his skin, his blood dripping down onto the tiled floor of the cold bathroom. Some cuts were deeper than others, longer than others. His breathing was shaky, and interrupted by sobs. The tears had started flowing as soon as he had left the room.
The voices in his head became even louder, telling him he needed to do more to forget his emotional pain, telling him to kill himself, just like the comments had said.
The young boy placed the tip of the box cutter at his wrist, ready to slice it vertically. His hand was shaking and his mind was going blank but before he could actually slit his wrist the door opens and Jungmo stood in the door. His worried expression changed to shocked. "W-What...", his gaze wandered over the bloody floor to the bloody arm, over the bloody box cutter in Taeyoungs hand to his face that was covered in tears. He took the cutter out of his hand, putting it into the trash bin. After that he took some paper towels to wipe of the blood on his arm, making sure to be carefully and gentle. Taeyoung didn't even flinch a bit, he just let him do what he was doing. Nothing could be heared beside the sniffles of the younger.
"Youngie...W-Why..?", Jungmo asked after he finished cleaning up the cuts. "The voices in my head got too loud, I didn't know what else I was supposed to do..I couldn't take it anymore..and the comments made them even louder...they were screaming at me..I deserved this..I don't belong here, I am a nothing, a nobody..a loser without any talents...I'm not even worth the air I'm breathing or the food I get..I'm worth nothing, I'm a waste of space, I'm-", Jungmo, knelt down in front of him, he didn't care that the blood would stain his jeans, and looked at him.
"You're not, you're perfect, god I would even say your more than just perfect. To me you are everything, your the inspiration that keeps me going everyday, the sunshine that lights up my world, the colors I'm seeing, you're my world..and I don't want to loose my world, I love you god damn it..I love you more than anything, there is no-one that I love more, and I don't want you to give up, we'll fight these voices together, okay...I promise we'll get through this together, okay..?". Jungmo took Taeyoungs hand in his own. He didn't expect Taeyoung to lean in and whisper a soft "I love you, too", before closing the gap and kissing him.
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I'm so sorry about the big delay, had a hard time writing the past months, still hope you like it -cherry_young-