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Taehyung felt nauseous.
He messed up too much in practice today. He couldn’t get the moves down, his voice wasn’t working. He could just see the members slowly getting more and more frustrated with him. He felt like such a let down. The moment practice let out, Taehyung bolted. He grabbed his bag, and quickly exited. He denied Namjoon’s offer to have lunch with the others. He wasn’t worthy of relaxing after messing up so frequently. They didn’t need him there. He dragged the group down. He dragged everyone in his life down, really.
Taehyung didn’t get a ride back to the dorm, he ran the entire way. He was stopped a couple of times by pedestrians asking if he was all right. Taehyung never answered any of them, or showed any acknowledgment.
Eventually he got to the shared dorm. He rustled around his pockets searching for his keys. Once he found his keys, he struggled to unlock the door, his hands were to shaky. Eventually Taehyung got the door opened. As soon as he did though, he threw his bag on the floor, and ran to his room. He shuffled around in his dresser drawer, until he found the mint container where he stored his blade.
He hadn’t done this in a while. A month or two, maybe. He never was caught, he just felt it wasn’t needed anymore. Taehyung rolled his sleeve up impatiently, and took the blade to his wrist. Taehyung wasn’t thinking properly. He impulsively slices a line through his wrist. He didn’t feel it at first. Until he realized blood was dripping down onto the carpet beside his bed. A lot of blood. Taehyung started getting worried. He didn’t mean to go this far. He wasn’t ready to die. Not yet. No. No. No. He felt the dizziness creep in and tried to fight the sleepiness overcoming him, but he failed. At this moment, light chatter and keys dangling were ringing through the dorm. Although, once they saw Taehyung laying lifeless, in a puddle of blood, the atmosphere went quiet, except for the screams shrieked.