Kpop Imagines

Youngjae~ Got7 (SAD)

This story has a mention of self harm. If this bothers you please do not read and skip this chapter. There will be a new Youngjae imagine coming soon.

~It's gonna be alright~

        You were currently sitting on your bed crying your eyes out. You were yet again having another panic attack over life in general. You didn't know what else to do but call one of your old friends, Youngjae. You would be lying if you said you didn't have a doubt that he would even answer the phone. The two of you were at one point like two peas in a pod, always together and never separate but that somehow changed, and it was quick.

        You don't exactly know what went wrong but he was there by your side one day, always ready to drop anything for you, but then one day it all stopped. You guys would talk less and less, you would have hour conversations, then it was a few minutes, then nothing. Your late night car rides stopped. Your late night Facetimes stopped. Everything just stopped, and you didn't know what happened, or what to do so you let it stop.

        With your hands shaking you picked up your phone and called him. One ring. Two rings. Three, four, five rings, and then voicemail. You couldn't stop crying, you couldn't even breathe. You tried again. One, two, three, four, five, voicemail. You tried again, voicemail. You tried again, voicemail. You took a deep breath and tried one last time. One, two, three, four.

"Jeez (Y/N) what do you want?" Youngjae answered clearly annoyed by the amount of times you called.

But you said nothing, you simply held the phone in your hand listening to his voice as you cried.

"Hellooooo? (Y/N) you called, what do you want?" His frustration rising, but there was still silence on your end.

"Wow, you spam my phone with calls and now I finally answered you don't say anything, seriously? You're wasting my time (Y/N)." He spat from the other end, and that was it.

"You know what Youngjae. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You cried into the phone.

"What? What are you sorry for?" He waited. "Hello? (Y/N) you're scaring me, whats wrong?" He asked, worry replacing the anger and frustration.

"I'm just sorry. I wanted you to know that." You said.

"Sorry for what? You're not making any sense (Y/N). What's going on?"

"Just do me a favor, tell the guys that I love them, and I love you too." You said hanging up the phone hearing Youngjae panic on the other end.

        You looked over at your nightstand and opened the drawer pulling out a note, and your packet of razorblades. You had been planning this for almost a month now and sadly, you were ready to take your own life. You laid on your bed note placed on your chest before touching the blade to your wrist. You sat there on your bed lightly dragging the blade across your wrist, never hard enough to cut. You continued to do that causes small tiny scratches start to appear.

        You laid on your bed silently crying to yourself. You heard the distant sound of banging on your door, but you didn't answer it. You covered your mouth with your hand stopping any whimpers from escaping. You hoped that if you were quiet enough the banging would end but it didn't. You heard the door unlock and the sound of rushed footsteps growing louder before someone shouted your name.

"(Y/N)?! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!" It was Youngjae. "(Y/N) PLEASE ANSWER ME!!"

Your sobs grew louder immediately giving away where you were. Youngjae pushed the door open and saw you laying on your bed. Note on your chest and red marks on your wrists.

"(Y/N) What are you doing?" He asked taking the blades and note from you placing them on your nightstand.

        He sat on your bed moving you so you were siting on his lap and he was cradling you, the way he used to hold you when you were having a bad day. He rubbed your head and soon the flood gates opened and you cried into his chest. It felt as if you were letting go of all the emotions that had built up over the past few months, finally. Youngjae didn't say anything, he simply sat there with you in his lap letting you cry to your heart's content. You cried for the next hour until your sobs grew quiet.

"(Y/N)?" Youngjae asked looking down to see your red, puffy eyes closed.

        You had cried out all your energy and had fallen asleep in Youngjae's arms. He moved the stray hair from your face before carefully laying you down on the bed, covering your with the blanket. He got up locked the door and turned off the lights. When he returned you were cuddled up with the blanket sleeping peacefully. He went into your room and laid down next to you on the bed.

        He watched you peacefully breathe in and out before he put his arm around your waist moving closer to you, your face being buried into his chest. He placed a hand on the back of your head giving you a light peck on your forehead before a tear slipped out of his eyes.

"I'm sorry (Y/N), I didn't know you were hurting and I'm sorry. I don't wanna lose you, I love you." Youngjae cried. "I promise it's gonna be alright. I'm here and I'm not leaving again."

"I love you too. I'm sorry." You whispered as he held you closer, the two of you falling asleep together.