When my members returned home, I hadn't moved at all. I had mostly slept the entire day, and when I was awake I stared blankly at a wall. I heard them when they got home, and I knew they would come to check on me. But I had a plan this time. Just block them out. Give them nothing. No matter what.
Soon, Namjoon entered my room and sat on the edge of my bed. He seemed to lock the door behind him. He thinks that'll help. He's wrong. "Hyung, have you been here all day?" No response. Give him nothing. "Have you not moved once?" Still nothing. "Right, well I don't really need a response. In fact you not answering me already gives me the answer." Cool, I don't care. "Listen hyung, I hate to say this but, you obviously aren't okay, and if this continues I'll have to tell PD nim." Wait, what? Shit. I'll have to leave BTS. And ARMY. Fuck. No that cant happen. Tears are welling up in my eyes. I pull the sheets over my head.
"Please. Please don't." I say as I begin to cry.
"Then you need to tell me what's going on."
I pull the sheets off, "Then you need to promise not to tell PD nim."
"Hyung, I-"
"Promise. Please?" I interrupt him, putting the slightest trust in him. Forgetting what my mind tells me for that second.
"Ok hyung. I promise."
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Fingertips | BTS Depression
FanficThe suffocating feeling of sadness. The purple coloring of breathless struggle. The numbness of decay and the words that try to escape his mouth. WARNING: Strong themes of suicidal behavior and mental health issues! DISCLAIMER: I am in no way trying...
