help me(jikook)

sixteen

A few weeks later

Jungkooks pov

I look at jimin who was sat on the edge of the stage Interacting with army

He's been avoiding me....I know I was avoiding him....but he always tried to help me....maybe I pushed him away too much and he's given up.....
He seems happy and that's all I care about....
I sigh and then the music starts and I force a smile

I look at jimin who was stumbling. I gasp and run to him even though he was the other side of the stage. I grab his arm helping him stand up. He looks at me and smiles weakly.

I hold him up "you okay?" He nods. I then help him to the edge of the stage where he sits down. I crouch down and grab a water for him and hand it to him, he smiles "thanks" I nod "no problem" I stand up and walk away and continue with the concert
That was close...if I didn't realize jimin could have ended up injured...

Jin runs to me and wraps an arm around my shoulder and I force a laugh.
The music starts again I look at jimin to see him standing up again dancing around.
I huff....he needs to be careful

We continue with the concert and then say goodbye to army. We walk backstage and I walk to jimin "what the fuck was that?!" He looks at me "what?!" I cross my arms "you were about to pass out and then you all of a sudden stood up and pretend like it never happened!"

He nods "now you feel how I feel about you! You pretty much do the exact same thing! We hear your cries at night jungkook and the next morning you walk out the room with a smile on your face....we are here to help jungkook! You don't need to hide it from us anymore!!"
I shake my head "this is different jimin! You could have been hurt! There was a chance you might have fallen off the stage passed out!"

Jimin glares at me "you ARE hurt jungkook!! Show me your wrists" my eyes widen "n-no" he grabs my hand "show me your wrists jungkook" I shake my head "no! Get off me!" I try and get my hand out his grip but he doesn't let go.

He shakes his head "NO JUNGKOOK! I'm sick and tired of sitting and pretending that you aren't hurt! You need help jungkook! Let me help you...I want to help you! Just like how you helped me on stage today!"
I push him away from me "no! If I fucking needed your help I'd ask for it! Stay away from me jimin! I don't meed help! You'll just send me off to some therapist!!! Therapy doesn't fucking work jimin!!! Just.....go away....."

His eyes widen "wait jungkook....no....please....I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"
I shake my head and walk away from him and walk out the stadium to get into the same car as hoseok and Yoongi.

Yoongi looks at me "jungkook? You're meant to be in a car with-" he gasps when I start to cry.
Hoseok gasps "oh jungkookie...." I move over to him and hug him and cry. He rubs my back and sighs "he only wants to help Kookie"

I ignore him and grip his shirt the whole way back to the dorm.
When we arrive I climb out the car and run inside avoiding all the others, I run into my room and close and lock the door.
I walk to my bathroom with tears rolling down my cheeks.....

I hesitate but rip the blanket down that was covering the mirror and look at my reflection. I laugh a little "I look fucking disgusting...."
I see my blades that I keep in a small box in the cabinet.

I hesitate but pick it up and open it staring at the blades inside. I then look back up at my own reflection and more tears fall "I can't be a burden if I'm not here......."

I pick a blade up and smile a little "I'm worthless.....I'm fat....im-"

"JUNGKOOK OPEN THE DOOR!!!" Namjoon yells.

I sigh "gotta make this fast then...... they'll find my suicide letter when they enter the room....I always have one on my desk just in case I finally stop being a coward and end it all......." I put the blade to my neck and look at my reflection

"Goodbye army.....goodbye hyungs..... goodbye jimin.......