Vmin Oneshots

before I go pt.1

*trigger warning: suicidal thoughts/almost attempt.*

*inspired by the song,
Listen before I go~ by Billie Ellish.*

his feet took him to the rooftop. he wanted to see the world he would leave when he stopped breathing, before his lips began turning blue. though that tint was already blooming as the chilly air nipped at his skin and made him shiver.

jimin was told love was endless, that its was everywhere. he thought that that was so pretentious. Love had always left him, it was nowhere for him.

His parents didn't want him when he was born he figured as he was raised and lived in a children's home all his life that he could remember. He was never fostered or adopted, so when he turned 18 he was left to fend for himself with little to no support.

he didn't make any friends throughout his education, he was always the quiet anxious kid who was teased for being a weirdo and an 'orphan' even though his parents where most likely still alive. He was even bullied for the first 3 years of highschool for his feminine appearance and anxious personality, the fact he was into boys only worsening the abuse. Highschool was hell.

He hadn't had any romantic relationships, nobody liked him full stop, nevermind like that.

although there was one time when jimin met a guy in a café. he'd asked for jimins number and they had began messaging for a few weeks till they decided to go on a date. But this one good thing reverted to bad, as the guy was a no show and jimin was left standing in the winter cold alone wondering what he did wrong. it was only a few days later he realised that it had been a dare the guys friends had made him do. The guy had apologised, since he'd figured jimin was actually really nice, but nothing else ever happened.

he was alone. lonely. left to make his way through the different depressing realms of hell alone.

Though it would seem that he wouldn't be continuing nor completing his road through said road through hell, at least not on earth, as he was going to take the short cut. one that lead 12 floors vertically down to solid ground.

the world didn't need him. it didn't want him either, everything was always against him. he could barely count the amount of good things that had happen in his life on one hand.

jimin had given up on the thought of life being good long ago. he was only just cutting the final thread of hope now.

He was worthless, unwanted, unneeded, unhappy, and he wanted to leave.

can you blame him for wanting to leave a place where he wasn't wanted and where he did not want to be?

he stepped up onto the ledge of what seemed to be the roof of an apartment complex, taking a deep breath as the wind passed through his hair with another gust of deathly cold air, it passing up his sleeves and up the bottom of his shirt, across his skin triggering piloerection all over his small, frigile and trembling body.

the poor boy was in a state of both excitement and terror.

he could see, hear the world rushing by blow him. the sounds of sirens, cars driving by, the glow of headlights, brake lights and light up billboards, honks of car horns, flickering street lights, drunk people laughing and yelling from a club not far away, the sounds of life and the sights of a thriving city.