Sugar * Yoonseok

five

*TW Suicide*

Hoseok's perspective:

School was long and I immediately dropped my bag and flopped myself down on my bed. I had so much due by the end of the week and it was starting to get overwhelming. I needed to relax and take it one step at a time, but everything kept spiralling. This was the stress of college getting to me. It was nothing new.

I sat up and looked down at Sugar who was sitting in my doorway. He was looking up at me with his tail crossed over his paws. I couldn't help but feel a little bit better. "Hey buddy," I said patting beside me to call him up here. The cat did just that and jumped and sat down on the bed.

"So my day was shit." I vented. "I've got projects in every class due by the end of the week. I keep fucking up everything I need to be getting right! I want to be successful and I want to be happy, but I just keep messing up." I looked down at the cat and stroked his head. "At least I'm ahead in Chemistry."

Yoongi's Perspective:

I watched intently for Hoseok's next moves. Would he check his computer? Would he see the missing file?

Hoseok reached over and grabbed his laptop. I looked over his leg to see what he was doing. He wasn't looking at his essays. He was looking at a photo of him as a child with what looked like his parents. He looked sad.

I started feeling guilty, but I quickly ignored that. It had to be done.

Hearing him sniffle, I looked up at Hoseok. He was crying and tears were rolling off his cheeks. I looked away.

"I miss you guys." He muttered. "I miss you every day." He sighed and closed the photo.

I watched as he opened up Microsoft Word and started scrolling through files. He kept scrolling until he reached the bottom.

"Huh?" Hoseok said aloud, sitting up straight and going through the documents again. "Where's the essay?"

I just watched carefully. He'd started pulling his hair and scratching his scalp nervously.

"W-where the fuck is it??" The boy cried out. His eyes widened and his hands started shaking. "I know I saved it; why isn't it here?!"

He began breathing rapidly and staring blankly at the screen. Something was wrong with this guy.

Suddenly he threw his head into his hands and sobbed loudly. He mostly just wailed. This happened for almost twenty seconds until the red head suddenly got to his feet and walked to the kitchen.

I jumped off the bed and followed him. He propped his elbows on the counter. Hoseok's head was held over the sink, and his hands were violently clutching his hair. He cried loudly for a moment and began to reach for the knife holder.

I walked closer. The boy grabbed a large knife and held it in his hand. He sniffled loudly, rotating the blade slowly and lowering it to his upturned arm that he had rested by the sink.

I waited to be sure. I had to know if this was really a suicide attempt or just him cutting himself again. Though, by the way he's acting and the way he was holding the knife I felt like he wasn't going to stop. And that was just what I wanted. Except I had to stop him.

As fast as I could, I ran and jumped up on the counter by him. I hissed loudly, causing Hoseok to flinch and look at me.

I tried to bite the handle of the knife, causing him to move it away from his arm. I pulled at the knife to try and get it away from him. What else could I do?

"Sugar go away!", He cried with bloodshot eyes. He tried to push me off the counter with the back of his hand but I dodged him. I hissed again and the knife fell to the floor with a clash.

Hoseok grew quiet and stared at his empty hand before looking up at me. I softened my face and licked the palm of his hand that was still resting on the counter.

The red haired boy stared down at me with wide eyes that began to fill with tears. He slowly brought his hand to my head and stroked it softly. Hoseok gulped and quietly spoke. "Thank you."

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Authors note: Remember that you are never alone and you are valid. ❤️