[This is some what of a continued part of "hate". Viewer discretion advised.]
Self harm wasn't something you could recover from in just a day
Once someone starts feeling relief from cutting, it becomes a addiction.
And just like other addictions, it required great patience and will power to get over
The members had made sure to keep all knifes and razors away from you to stop your urge
There would always be someone at home with you since you needed the emotional support
But now you were here, sitting on your desk with torn papers thrown around your room
Tears threatening to pour out of your brims
Writing songs wasn't as easy as it sounds. Especially when you had no motivation
You were due to submit the lyrics for a OST of a upcoming drama
Fans were excited. You would have been too if you weren't under the pressure
You never worked well under pressure. Even after being seen as a overall calm person, stress could get to you easily
Feeling of overwhelm and stress took over you
You sniffed and shut your notebook, putting it in the drawer, out of sight, so you don't tear it when you lose control
You could feel a breakdown coming up, you could feel the urge to cut, growing
You fisted your hands and closed your eyes, focusing on breathing and getting your thoughts positive
But it didn't work
Images of the previous events of the hate you get kept flashing through your mind
Their voice echoed in your head
"Worthless" "slut" "no talent" "ugly" "stupid"
It hurt
Your stomach started turning and you felt like vomiting
The downpour of tears started and you didn't bother to control your sobs
There was no one home
You laid your head on the desk and cried your pent up frustration out
Body trembling, you felt oddly alone
It was over. You had no will power left to restrain yourself
Swiftly looking around your room for something sharp. Anything sharp
You knew it was wrong, you shouldn't be having such thoughts crossing your mind
But it was so hard. So hard to restrain
But you know that you can't give up. You couldn't break the members' trust
Shakily, you picked up your phone and blindly called the first number which popped up
Meanwhile jin had just arrived back from practice
Yoongi had left an hour ago since he had to attend a important meeting
Jin got stuck in the traffic while coming back home. resulting him to be an hour late
Which meant you were left alone for the time
He was worried but knew that he had to trust you
Just as he waved off the driver and began walking up the pathway leading to the main door, his phone rang.
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Fanfiction"I'm going to worship your body yn make you realise how fucking beautiful you are" he whispered dangerously soft =================== -poly relationship- -soulmate AU- (Please start from the latest chapters 😭)