🖤⚡️Caught just in time.. ❤️‍🩹

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Little! Lee Hoon, 1-5.
Cg! Jeong Soorim.

⚠️ Trigger warnings: SH, S/icide attempt.

Enjoy!
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**Hoon POV**
Hoon returns home. Today, like most, was a difficult day to get through. But.. today was really rough, Jaehoon ignored Hoon once again at school, and the bullies were merciless, Hoon ended up walking home alone, his friends having been busy, and as Hoon opened the door to his trash filled apartment, he could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

💭: "That's it, I'm gonna end it today, for real this time.."

Hoon thought, another spark of determination to end things igniting once again within him. Hoon shuts the door behind him, not even realizing he didn't close it all the way. Hoon sets down his bag, taking out his box cutter.

💭: "Just.. just a couple.. to relieve the stress.."

Hoon thought, he didn't want to be stressed out. He wanted to go as calmly as possible. Hoon uncovers his bandages and slashes a few cuts on his wrist, biting his lip as he did it, before wrapping his wrist up again, taking a deep breath.

💭: "I.. I feel a little better, I wanna die now.."

Hoon felt ready, life is miserable, his friends are far better off without him, even with Soorim being his caregiver when he's little sometimes, he's sure Soorim will find someone better, or simply be freed from the burden that is Hoon himself. Why not just end it right now? Hoon takes out a noose he had already boiled and knotted from under his bed, looking at it with a blank expression.

💭: "Time to get to it.."

No matter how much it hurt, no matter how long it took, Hoon wanted to die. He'd do it today, surely. Though.. Hoon still puts a pair of scissors in his pants, just.. just in case. But no! He'd do it. He didn't care anymore. It was suicide time!

**Soorim POV**
💭: "Hm, I wonder how Hoon Hyung is doing, I didn't get a chance to hang out with him today during or after school.."

Soorim thought as he lays on his bed, wondering if he should go and check up on Hoon. It's then that Soorim hears his mother's voice.

Soorim's mom: Soorim! Go drop off these side-dishes to room B02. Will you?

Soorim shrugs, there's a good reason for going to Hoon's room then. Soorim gets up from his bed, leaving from his room and into the kitchen as he kindly took the bag of side-dishes from his mom, but.. he then hears a thud from upstairs.. that was Hoon's room, right? But.. no matter, it was probably nothing, and so, Soorim says goodbye to his mother and leaves out the door, heading to Hoon's room.

**Hoon's POV**
It hurts, it hurts, make it stop, it's too much, he didn't want to do this anymore, ow, ow, can't breathe!

That's all that was in Hoon's mind when the chair fell bellow his feet with a thud. This was always more painful than he thought it would be, even though Hoon had attempted this way many times before. Hoon can't take it anymore and reaches for the scissors, but as he desperately grabs for them, they slip out of his hand.

The scissors fall to the floor, and Hoon begins to panic more, his eyes welling up with tears as it's getting harder to breathe. Hoon searches in his pocket for his box cutter, but he had left it on the floor near his bed, dang it! The panic sets in.. was.. was this really it? Hoon flails his legs around a little, slowly losing strength as he grasps at the noose tightly around his neck, his vision going blurry, and.. his mind going small.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 29 ⏰

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