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One…Two… three… four…
Not enough. Still. Not. Enough.
I need more. Please just- make it stop… I- I can't stop.
One… two… three… four… five… six-
"JUNGKOOK!"
The voice echoed through the hall. The melody of the scream screeched in his ears, demanding him to return from his made-up world of comfort.
His fingers let loose the blade allowing it to fall on the ground, making a shrieking noise on impact. The sound made him tremble in realization as he snapped back to reality.
He looked down in horror to see the sink full of blood. The split skin of his arm proudly showed the muscles contracting and relaxing. The blood sweeped out uncontrollably making his arm numb and appear coated in red.
The mirror was scattered in many pieces, the floor splattered with blood and broken glass. His white shirt was covered with sweat and gave off an odor of strong alcohol. His sleeves were drenched in blood.
He took a step back, terrified of himself. He began to shake violently as his breathing became ragged. Not having much strength in his body, he fell to his knees and clinged onto his chest, letting out sharp breaths and pained groans.
He tried to calm himself but his body refused to obey him. His breath became hitched and his head started to vibrate. He clawed at his chest, hoping it would ease the pain but the agony grew more and more.
The blood ran down his arm, onto his thighs and floor, creating a pool of red around him. Unable to do anything to help himself, he let out a small sob.
"Jungkook? Jungkook please… Answer me…" The voice cracked on the other side of the door. The pain in it could be heard clearly.
"Please don't do this… I-I know you're there- answer me, dammit!"
The cry followed by loud banging on the door drew Jungkook's attention and he looked up from where he was kneeling on the ground,
"Tae…?"
He wanted to yell, he wanted to scream, but all that came out was a broken whisper.
"Jungkook? Jungkook!… kookie- I'm here… I'm here, kookie." The voice sounded so broken and worn out that Jungkook couldn't bear it anymore.
He wanted to pick himself up and go out of that door and do nothing more than to embrace Taehyung.
He noticed how his heart was calmer than before and as he tried to get up and collect his trembling body, he remembered something that made his heart drop.
The event that led Jungkook to be in this miserable state.
He gave up on trying to get to the door and sat on the ground, feeling numb. Tears began to form in his eyes, and he looked at his bleeding arm.
How could he forget what happened this morning?
He began to feel the tears rolling down his cheek, and his breathing slowed down.
"go away…" He managed to let out with what little strength he had left.
"That's the last thing I'd do, kookie." Taehyung called out from the other side of the door, "Open the door, Please…"
Jungkook didn't respond. Instead, he let go of his body, letting his arms drop to his sides. He leaned on the bathtub and sighed.
He felt the last bit of oxygen leaving his body before black spots started to appear in the corner of his vision, numbing him from the outside world. He liked the feeling.
But the thought of it scared him.
He heard Taehyung yell out something but he couldn't comprehend what it was. He let his head fall back, until finally, his vision completely blacked out and his body went still.
"…I'm breaking the fucking door!"