Park Seul~| BTS' Eighth member|

~ s t o p i t ~ (a Sope+Seul chapter)

Tw: Self harm and overworking?....

J-Hope's POV

As Seul walked into the dance studio, I could tell something was wrong. She didn't burst in with her normal energy. And instead of greeting me with a hug, she smiled weakly.

"Shall we start?" She plastered what I could tell what a fake grin on her face. Her voice was croaky and hoarse which was kinda concerning.

We were revising choreographies together; Sejin insisted that we perform for him so he we can go over things if we need to.

10 minutes in, I hear her whimper, like a sad puppy. I glance over to her. Sure it was nothing alarming but something still seemed off.

During our break, I decided to confront her.

"Seul?"
"Yes?"
"Are you ok?"
"Yes." She smiled, as widely as she could. But the harder she tried, the more I could see she was faking. We stood there in awkward silence. I wanted to let her cry it out but at the same time, I was a little scared of her acting like this.

"Hope-ah! Seul! Stop chit chatting and let's dance!" Sejin exclaimed, breaking the tension.

3rd person POV~

Yoongi walked into Seul's studio. It was a mess. Random pieces of paper were cluttering her desk and her laptop was open on her bed. He sighed, knowing what Seul had been doing. On her chair sat a very distressed Seul, in her sweatpants with a VERY messy topknot. She had a blanket around her, but she was still shivering.
Yoongi felt her forehead and sighed. She was burning up.

"Seulie?"
"Ne," Seul replied, her eye twitching and her voice unusually high-pitched.
"Stop overworking yourself. It's not good for you. Get some rest please." Yoongs sighed. Seul only nodded in response. As soon as he walked out the door, Seul picked up her laptop and threw it across the room.

It landed with a crash and Seul fell to the floor, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Why can't I do this? Useless. That's all I'll ever be." Seul shouted at herself. She curled up in a little ball on the floor and cried to herself.

Yoongi's POV

I walked into Seul's studio with J-Hope to tell her dinner was ready. But what I saw was more than just a hungry cookie. She was lying on the floor, broken pieces of her laptop surrounding her, with the room a mess. Most of her hair had fallen out of her scrunchy and her clothes were creased and drenched with sweat.

But what concerned me the most was the bottle of pills on her side table. She couldn't have I thought. It's not like her to do something like that.

I dropped the plate and ran to her side. Hobi did the same moments after. We shook her, scared that something had happened. She stirred a little.

"Call an ambulance." I instructed.

We checked her pulse and luckily, she was still breathing, We carried her to her bed, silently begging for her to wake up. We held one of her hands in ours.

"Seulie? We love you."

Gahhh. I'm so sleepy. I said I would go to sleep 2 hours ago but I'm not going to starve my readers even tho this whole book is so shitty like-

I'm sorry it's really bad.