B R E A K - Jikook

20

I held the small silver blade against my arm, the cold metal sinking into my skin. It was a familiar sensation that I had missed so much. I knew it was wrong and I knew what everyone would say if they found out, but the urge to slash the sharp metal across my wrist was too strong.

I pushed down slightly, the tip of the blade edge digging into my skin. I could already start to feel the pain, but it wasn't enough. I needed more pain. I needed blood. I wanted to paint the white tile red.

I took a breath, then quickly swept the blade across my arm. The metal tore apart my skin, much deeper than I expected. I was used to my old blades, these fresh ones were still so sharp. I guess I didn't think about that first.

The cut placed slightly below the veins on my wrist was about 2 centimeters wide. I could see the yellow bubbles of fat underneath the skin. It was so easy. It was way better than my thighs. The blade slid across so smoothly, and the flesh tore apart so gracefully. It wasn't nearly as painful as when I cut to fat on my thighs, but it was still so satisfying to see my insides slowly fill up with blood.

The held my arm over the sink and watched the bright red liquid spill out of me. I wanted to let it go everywhere, to smear it all over the floor and get it all over my clothes, but I couldn't. This had to be a secret. So I let the beautiful red droplets wash down the drain.

I made another cut, less deep but still painful. I guess I was too much of a coward to go as deep as the first one. The bubbly fat still poked through though. I made more, one after the other decorating my left arm with deep red stripes.

The sink was shattered with blood, so much that some of it splashed onto the mirror. Slowly, the blood pouring out of me went from a waterfall to a little trickle and the high from the pain started to die out. It was my least favorite part now... The cleanup.

I turned on the sink, wincing slightly as the cold water hit the open wounds, but I didn't mind. I washed off my arm, the blood turning to pale orange as it slid down the drain. Once my arm was done bleeding I wrapped it with the bandage tightly, making sure to go over it twice. I couldn't have any blood leaking in a place so noticeable. I made sure to scrub the sink with soap leaving no molecule of blood behind. The room still reeked of iron though, I never could figure out how to cover that up...

I slid my jacket back on and pocketed the blades. Suddenly I felt a vibration against my side. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to the screen of a phone call. The caller id was...

Jungkook

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Jk pov

"Hey, yoongi! I forgot my phone, is it in my room?" I yelled through the doorway. It was ten minutes after I left when I realized I didn't have my phone with me. I was so busy worrying about Jimin that I left my phone in my room and only noticed after I decided to check up on him with a text message.

It wasn't a big deal so namjoon asked our driver to take me back to the dorms for a second to grab it. Our dance wasn't going to be there for another hour anyway, we always we're early to do some stretches and practice a but so we don't get yelled at as much by her.

I quickly ran up to the house and jammed my key in the lock to open it. As soon as I heard the click I walked in yelling to yoongi.

"Jungkook, somewhere for a second," he said. I tilted my head. He sounded so... Anxious. Yoongi never sounded like that. Even before concerts, he kept his voice steady. my heart dropped.

Jimin...

I quickly followed yoongi's voice to the living room where he paced back and forth staring at his phone.

"I tired. He asked to go to the store for snacks, and I let him. Alone. He's been gone for over an hour, I keep calling but he won't pick up!"

"Let me try!" I said hopefully. My heart was beating a mile a minute, but I didn't have any time to waste to calm it down. I ran to my bedroom to grab my phone and ran back to yoongi As I dialed his number.

No answer.

I tried again. Me and yoongi stared at the screen waiting to hear Jimin's voice, but it didn't come.

"If he doesn't pick up this next call I'm going out to find him" yoongi said. His hands were in fists, I could tell he was getting frustrated. I was too. Jimin was alone, and I had no idea what he was going to do with that chance. Desperately, I pushed the 6 digit code again.

It rang. Then again, then again. I bit my lip...

"Uh... Hello?"

He picked up!