LONG GONE | T.K FF

◇ Time To Go ◇

I was listening to the song above while writting this and oh lord did I sob!!

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No one's p.o.v(Taehyung focus)

Taehyung ran to the dormitory, stumbling from his blurry eyes, bot being able to see or think correctly. He opened his dorm room door opened and slammed it shut. He sobbed hardly as he slid down the door.

He hated his life, he hated himself. A as child he thought everyone hated him, he thought they were out to get him. His parents never loved him, they never treated him like a son, just a nuisance.

His family hated him with a passion and he never knew what he did wrong, if he even did anything. And with Kang he just broke him more. He doesn't blame him for the shit he has done. He just made him realize his worth. He has none.

He began screaming, slamming his head against the door. He laid down flat on his back. He heard everyone who taunted him, threatened him, he heard everyone over and over again. "STOP! GO AWAY! G-GO A-AWAY!" He sobbed out as he gripped onto his hair.

"I-I want i-it to g-go away!" He hiccupped. He wonders what did he do wrong to deserve this kind of life. As long as he can remember he was always sweet to everyone. He put people first but he gets treated like this.

He got up and stumbled as he walked to the bathroom. He looked through the cabinets. He couldn't find his razors. Jungkook must of found them and threw them away. "FUCK!" he swiped all the things on the counter onto the floor. He was frustrated.

*Ding*

Kookoo:

Taehyung are you okay?

Little Dove:

I'm fine Jungkook...

Taehyung sobbed, he didn't want to lie to Jungkook, he didn't him to stop him with this. He wants to do it....He needs to do it. He looked around the bathroom for maybe a solution to his razor problem. Nothing.

He stumbled into their closet and looked around. He found a pair of scissors. He chuckled drily and grabbed them. He went to walk out but he looked down and froze, finding a rope.

He forgot about that. He grabbed it along with the scissors still in his hand and walked out. He threw the objects on the bed and paced back and fourth, breathing heavily. He pulled his hair sharply.

"T-this is f-for the best." He stuttered out and looked at the objects again. Was this really it for him? Was he really going to end it?

Memories of him and Jungkook paced in his head. The cute movie dates they had in this very room. Dates at the Cafè, Their love making. The soft and wonderful kisses he would give him, his cute little bunny smile. Jungkook really made him happy, he was the reason he smiled everyday.

But something was just missing in his heart. He didn't know what it was. Maybe it was his childhood holding him back, his parents hating him. Or maybe it was Kang shoving in his brain that he wasn't good enough. Maybe he thought he wasn't good enough for Jungkook. Or just maybe it was a thought maybe Jungkook would hurt him too.

"Kookie not hurt Taehyungie!" Taetae Yelled as he sobbed.

"Y-you don't know-know that!"

"Yes I do-"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" he held his head. Shaking it roughly. His anxiety building. He really hated this. The voices, Taetae. He wanted them to go away.