❝ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇss❞|| vkook

2. fault

Taehyung stood by the bathroom sink.

He started at his reflection, disgusted and ashamed by what he saw.

He stared at the razor blade on the counter.

His trembling hands wrapped around it.

He breathed faster and deeper, nervous.

Just do it you coward.

You deserve this.

You're disgusting.

Someone who's life was worth more than your's died and it's all your fault.

It was all your fault.

All your fault.

All your fault.

Taehyung let his thoughts take over and listened to their commands.

Just as the blade was about to touch his skin, he heard a familiar voice.

"You sure you wanna do that?"

Taehyung dropped the blade and looked around frantically.

"Who- what?"

"Over here, silly."

Taehyung looked at the door to see a figure leaning against the door.

"J-Jungkook?"

The figure stood up straight and smiled.

"Who else?"

Taehyung walked closer and held his hand out in front of him. As a tear went down his face, he came into realization, closed his hand and slowly lowered it.

He wiped his cheek and stood over the sink.

"You're not real."

"Of course I'm not," Jungkook said as he put his hands in his pockets and came closer,

"I'm dead."

"I'm going crazy," Taehyung mumbled to himself.

"Well everyone's a little crazy. But you seem to be having some bigger problems," Jungkook nudged his head towards the blade.

"You shouldn't do it."

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

"It's not like I want to."

The imaginary boy scrunched his eyebrows.

"Then why're you doing it?"

Silence.

Jungkook looked him in the eyes.

"Is it because of me?"

"Just go away," Taehyung said.

"Alright," Jungkook put his hands up in surrender and started backing away.

"Just make the right choice. And remember, it wasn't your fault. It wasn't."

"Can you just-" Taehyung was about to tell the boy off but when he turned to his right, he saw no one.

He rubbed his eyes with his sleeves and picked up the silver blade.

He touched the blade against his skin. He took a deep breath and dug it into his skin.

Taehyung bit his lip, holding in the screams of pain.

Crimson came pouring out of his arm.

He let out a breath and stared at his arm.

"I deserve worse than this."

He made another cut.
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I'm so sorry if this triggered anyone;

just remember you're worth it and are better than this. you're not perfect but then again, neither am I, or she or he. you deserve all the happiness in the world ♡