Let Me Fix You...| j.jk ✔︎

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Nuri's POV:

~Nobody survived~

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I was sitting on the bed in their guest room, just thinking while tears where uncontrollably rolling down my cheeks.

The hot tears falling down my face, drippin onto the white soft blanket.

Why did they even care about me?
I'm was like a lost puppy, lost in negative thoughts and in a constant fight with my inner self.

I felt like I didn't deserve to waste this oxygen and live like everyone else.

Especially after I caused these boys, so much trouble and made them worry about me.

I was so confused about myself.
I didn't need their pity or their attention and wanted them to leave me alone, but I still agreed on staying her a little longer.

A nock on the door caught me off guard and brought me back to reality.
I quickly wiped my tears away, blinking a few times.

"Hey", Namjoon greeded as he walked in. I was surprised to see him there, since we never really talked to each other, so this was my first time actually speaking to him in private.

"Hey", I whispered weakly, while he sat next to me.

"Jimin-ah and Jungkook-ie told us what happened,  why did you ran away?", he frowned, going straight to the point.

"I don't know....", I answered, with my head down low.
"I know we don't really know each other, but you can always talk to me.
I'm here for you", he carefully placed his right and on my shoulder, making me look up at the caring man.

"How about I tell you something of me and you tell me something of you?", he asked and I hesitantly nodded.

Then he started talking about his past, his family, his story.
He told me everything about him, gaining my trust more and more.

That's when I suddenly felt something I've never felt before.
The urge to tell him everything; to finally let go of my feelings and to share my story with someone.

After he finished talking he was quiet and waited for me to start.
It seemed like he didn't want to push me, the way he gave me this caring look...

I took a deep breath and then started talking about my past for the first time in my entire life.

"It was on my 18th birthday. I had a boyfriend back then, Jackson Wang........you probably know him-"

"Wait Jackson was your boyfriend?? The Jackson Wang who died....?", he cut me off, almost whispering the last part with pity in his eyes.

I started to play with my fingers while nodding: "He had moved away a year before that, which made me really sad. I missed him a lot, so I used to constantly ask my parents if we could go to korea on my birthday, so I could see him again", my vision started to blurry.

"After a month they agreed, calling it my birthday present. Of course I was so happy and texted him, so we could plan everything." A tear escaped my right eyes, making its way done my cheek.

"At 7 am, on my birthday in korea, my parents drove to my boyfriend house and picked him up, as a surprise. So of course I was a home, waiting for them. But after an hour, he stopped texting me and I got worried", my voice cracked.

"Then I got a call from the h-hospital, they told me it was a.....a car accident. Nobody survived", I tried my best not to cry, but my bottom lip was already trembling and the feeling of sadness almost teared me apart.

"My uncle paid for the funeral, so did Jacksons parents, b-but I wasn't allowed to go there, because everyone blamed me for their death. So I got depression", I cried out not able to hold it back.

Taehyung didn't hesitate as he pulled me into his embrace, rubbing calming circles onto my back while mumbling some nice words.

He let me cry it all out without blaming me for anything and it would be a lie to say it didn't feel good. I really fucking needed that

It felt releaving to let everything go and to talk to someone else about my problems. But on the other hand I felt bad for burdening him with my life.

As I calmed down a little he let go of me, sitting back a little before slowly lifting up my sleeves to reveal my cuts.

He gasped and his eyes widened as he looked at it, making me believe he was disgusted, so I looked down into my lap.

"Hey, look at me", he gently lifted my chin.

"ou are the strongest person I have ever met so far and you are way too young to handle so much pain. It wasn't your fault, none of that was your fault. So if you ever feel the need to cut yourself again, I'm here for you.
We all are"

And then I felt something break.
The wall I had built up through all of these years.

It collapsed.

And I started crying my eyes out all over again, while he just pulled me back into his embrace.

For some strange reasons I felt better. After one hour of crying into his chest, I calmed down and sat back up.
I then noticed that his whole shirt was wet, making me apologize in an instant.

"No, its okay. You don't need to apologize", he comforted me with a little smile.

"I think the others are worried and interested in hearing your story. Should I tell them or do you want to? You don't have to, if you're not really", he asked.

"Please tell them", I whispered, staring at the white blanket under us.

"Okay, do you wanna come with me?", Taehyung asked, tilting his head to the left.

"No, I'll probably gonna take a shower." He nodded understanding and stood up.

"See you later", Taehyung made a little bow before existing the room, laving me alone. I sighed heavily before I walked to my bathroom, with some of my things.

Then I jumped under the shower, washing my body and hair before changing into some comfortabke clothes.

And as I was just walking into the living room to watch some TV, I saw all of the boys staring at me...

~☆~

This is the last edited chapter so far.