[ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ]
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Old relationships do not end with the arrival of a new one! Whoever said this, it is a complete lie. We all have someone we call our own. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 , right? We...
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Y/N'S POV
He was crying.
" Jungkook, why ? "
" Y-yn" he was crying so badly , he wasn't able to speak as I said
" What happened, are you okay ? Jungkook speak something "
I saw my mom asking me in a whisper. ' what happened yn ' she looked over the phone as her eyes widened as I said " jungkook will you tell me or not please say something Jeon "
He didn't say anything but hung up as I said, then I saw his text on WhatsApp , some pics are there .
I got confused about what it could be . But my eyes widened when I saw what he had done with himself then I received a text saying.
" I've cutted my hand yn " .He sent me photos of both of his hands with the blood oozing out.I gasped when I saw the photos of his cut hand.
He cut his hand slightly away from the wrist rather than directly on it. It is very deep. I can see the inner tissues of his hand.
My hands started shaking, and I threw away my phone. Tears stream from my eyes because she has already seen it.She did not know what to say because she was shocked.
We could not believe he could do something like this.
"How could he do that to himself?" She spoke as I shook my hand and grabbed my phone to video call him. He picked up as I said.
"Why jungkook?”My tears flowed down as he said, "I went to a parents-teachers meeting today and there my dad y-yelled at me for not scoring first place in the class, he insulted me in front of everyone, so I cut my own hands."
"Tried to end your life?" He nodded as he stated, "I cut my hand and waited for blood to flow out. I was seeing this as I thought about taking pictures and sending them to you."
My eyes widened in rage; what could he possibly do to himself.
" Are you fucking insane, Jungkook?What if something happened to you? What would happen to your parents? What will happen to me? How could you? "
he chuckled as he said
" they doesn't care" "If they don't, I fucking care about you." "And how could they not fucking care, you idiot? Show me your hand." I closed my eyes when I noticed he had not covered them or applied a bandage yet.
"Apply something to your hand quickly," he nodded as he applied bandages after cleaning it with a wet towel. My tears will not stop; it is the first time I have cried in front of him.
Is he insane? I need to inform their parents about this. They need to know about this.
"Yn, do not tell my parents about this."
I nodded. I know he warned me, but they should know because I could not see him that way. They deserved to find out what his son did after his father yelled at him in front of everyone.
They deserve to know. After a few minutes, he badged it, saying, "I was so devastated when he yelled at me, I did not know what to do, but then I saw the blade on my desk and cut my hand."
I just heard his confession. I wish I could be there to hug him right now, but I am not.I shook my head and said, "Yn, I feel like a failure."
"Do not be jungkook, you are the best person I have ever met; please promise me you will not do anything stupid after this." He nodded as he wiped away his tears and said.
"I will not yn, I promise."
"Are not your parents home?" "No, they went to a relative's house." "So you are alone and thought about doing it?" He nodded.
After that, I comforted him as much as I could before hanging up. I am extremely disappointed in him, and I still can not believe he did that.
" Yn, are you okay?" " Mom I need to tell his parents about it, he is insane for this, and their parents need to know about it and have to be careful what they say to him, it really affected him mom, because of his father, he did that."
My mom nodded as I called his mom "hello aunty," "oh hey yn dear," "aunty, I want to say something, but promise me you will not tell Jungkook about it."
"Okay," I said, explaining what had happened minutes before. She gasped when she heard "promise me aunty, you will not tell him what I have told you, he will be so mad, he even warned me about it, but you deserve to know aunty."
"Thank you so much, yn," she said before hanging up the phone.
Yn's perspective —
I feel much better after telling his mother; she deserves to know.I know she will not tell him what I have told her, and I believe her.
And since I am not with him, he can do anything on his own.So, they must keep an eye on him.
I am not ready to lose him so soon, and I will do anything to get him to stop doing these stupid things.
I am just saving him from doing something terrible. If he can cut himself, stare, and take pictures, he can accomplish anything. And I am sure anyone in my situation would do the same thing. Same thing. I know he warned me, but it was necessary.
My mom looked at me and said, "Do not worry, yn; he will be fine." I nodded and lay down on my bed, closing my eyes.Tears stream down my cheeks; I still cannot get over his crying face and hand.
He cut himself so badly. I just want to slap him right now for doing this to himself.
