I did it. I cut myself.
Blood runs out of Jimin's forearm.
It doesn't hurt on the outside. No stinging, no pain, no nothing. My feelings aren't good. They aren't bad. I feel like a weight has been pushed off my shoulders. Nothing I can do now. I'm not going to get addicted, trust me.
I'll only do it one more time. Tomorrow, then I'm done!
YOU ARE READING
I'm not sorry--- jikook
Fanfiction"Tell that to your girlfriend." (The cover art isn't mine)
