Part 7 (Y/n pov) :

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-Monday at school-

Today Yoongi was so quiet and cold, much more than last week. I tapped on him and he snapped at me "WHAT do you want" and sent chills down my spine. A few minutes later I softly asked if he is okay and he told me to "mind my own damn business". I ended up texting him the links to the websites after school since we were silent during class time and did not work together as he was just being cold.

Was he always like this? Or was it something I did? I kept wondering how he was. The next day he was rude again to me and I wondered if I did something to set him off in particular. Did he hate me? I was unsure. As much as I tried to shake him out of my mind I could not.

Like this, an entire week passed. It was Thursday. I still was trying to be nice but I was working on my own at home. Yoongi walked in late, his eyes were puffy I wondered what was wrong. Yes, he had been cold from what I was observing, but never sad or with red eyes. He seemed sad. He was out of it- assuming his normal state was the cold shell he locked himself in. Something was up.

I touched his arm and he pulled away so quickly. I swear he jumped a little. But, today he was listening to me today. I was glad but he just kept nodding and going with my plan and questions, but not really adding more. At least he was giving me some of his attention? I tried asking him how we were yet he just said to "not worry and he will be okay soon enough". I wondered what it meant but maybe something bad was happening it seemed like it would end though so I was excited.

He looked so upset still. I had tried to crack jokes or anything to snap him out of this mood. I did not know why, but even if he was usually giving me a cold shoulder, I preferred that to this despondent side of his.

As the bell rang and he got his stuff ready, his bag got stuck with the chair and as he fixed it I saw his arm I thought I saw marks almost similar to cuts- not paper cuts or anything but self-harm cuts. I swear, they matched the pictures I was just seeing on the screen for research. I gasped and thoughts flooded my mind. Maybe that was why he winced when I tapped him this week? Or maybe I was just overthinking being the clown I was because of this depression project? I did not know but I was already concerned. Did I even truly see them or was it an afterimage of the computer screen? Maybe I was going crazy but maybe, just maybe, I was not.

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