⌗ RUNNING 〃 BTS OT7 text au

⤹ ELEVEN

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jin - ocd jjan!
joon- insomnia/anxiety namu
yoon - depression yunki
hobi - hyperactivity hobi
jimin - ed - b/p park
tae - abuse taebear
koo - ed - ana koogi

yoongi stared at his reflection in the glossy mirror. the sleek black hair that was neatly curled, his dead, raven eyes that hung low and stared empty, hopeless. they looked to mirror the envious greyish, blueish, darkened sky of the night.

they lacked the poetic glimmer of illuminate stars, however. they seemed hopelessly endless.. like his misery that never ceased.

stereotypically, he tried ultimately to dress in a way that would bring him a little comfort. this gothy, witchy attire that many snided at and mocked him for being 'emo' or 'depressive bitch'.. he could deal with blunt comments.

the male heard a commotion downstairs, his parents shouting at one another in rather aggressive language. even his comfort cave, his uncomfortably warm and lived-in bedroom, couldn't hide him away from their fury and rage.

he slowly walked down the stairs unwillingly. walking into the film-like scene, his mother yelling with her wine glass threatening to spill and ruing her brand new white carpet. on the opposite side of the living room, his father ruffled in retort, he held a can of half-drunken beer.. it was 7am.

"mum.. i'm going to meet namjoon for school." the argument died down instantly at the sight of the sickly boy. and throwing on a sweetly fake smile, his mum came to kiss his freckled cheek with her obnoxious red lipstick.

"okay baby, i'm sorry i didn't have time to make your lunch. you can get school food, yeah?" she slurred horribly, a wicked reminder to how much she isolated her son in favour of liquor.

"of course, mum." she smiled, turning back to look at his father with a disgusted frown. "say goodbye to your son, yoosung." the male in question snorted.

"that gay freak? i'm surprised he's still alive, how many suicide attempts has he had recently?" yoongi faltered and tried to hide away from the boom of the great monster before him.

"don't say that, yoonsung, you huge wanker!" she finally spilt her wine without knowing. "face it, yu-ah.. your son has failed you! only yoonji and woosung are successors here!"

yu slapped him across his face, her eyes raged of furry. "don't think i won't beat the shit out of you, yoosung."

yoongi slammed the door. and yet, he still could hear their faint shouting from behind. he held his breath, counting.. 1.. 2.. he's free from this.. 3.. he's okay.. he's okay.

"hey, yoon!" namjoon patrolled over with his happy-go-lucky grin. yoongi stared in wonder at such the angel before him, grinning back and hurrying over. "shall we hurry?"