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Self Harm //Suga\\

*Trigger warning* *contains scenes of self harm*

You stood in your washroom, in front of the bloodied sink, looking at the reflection of your own tear stained face. Your hair were disheveled and your hands were red with the blood that was oozing out of your wrists.

You did not know what to do anymore. Day by day, all of this was getting worse. Your best friend, Yoongi didn't know anything about this. You hid your cuts well with those big sleeved t shirts and hoodies that you started buying after you started this.

You felt numb. You let the blood stained Blade fall down from your hand on to the sink. You wanted more but you knew it was enough for today. You felt the blood on your hands start drying. You started the water and washed it off. Those cuts stung.

Now you had stopped crying.

All the hurt had been too much now. Every day you were bullied, teased and mocked. Everyday you were called ugly, worthless and a loser. It had been enough. Then one day, you started this. And today you stood looking at yourself,  recalling your past. A tear escaped your eye.

Suddenly you heard a shuffle. The first thing you did instinctively was to run to the washroom door and lock it, since you didn't want anyone to find out what you were up-to at two am at night.

You didn't live with your parents. They loved to travelled and you were sick of it. So you had decided to stand up yourself.

And now, things had come to this.

As fast as you could,  you locked the door but someone stopped it. The person applied a little force and you were defeated and now the door was wide open.

It was Yoongi.

He was the only one who had a spare key to your house.

Shit.

He would find out.

As soon as possible you took your hands back swiftly and pulled down your sleeves.

Yoongi stood there, looking at you, his hands still at the edge of the door. He looked so handsome.

Yeah you have had a crush on him but there were other people better than you

"What are you doing?" he asked you.

You looked down, avoiding his gaze. You could hear you heart beat right till your ears. You were scared. Your knees were giving in.

"I asked What are you doing, (Y/N)?" his voice grew louder and somewhat stern.

He grabbed your wrists from behind and got them to the front. He started pulling up your sleeves, flinching a little at the sight of every cut.

"W-why?" his voice was cracking.

You didn't dare to look up to meet his eyes. You tried your very best to keep those tears at the edge.

He put his finger on your chin and tilted your face so that it faced him now, and you were forced to look at him.

"Why did you do this?" he whispered.

You just looked at him. Silent.

"Why? (Y/N), why?"

You took a deep breath.

"Yoongi, I-I just can't," you said. Tears Now escaping your eyes.

He brought his thumb to your eyes and wiped your tears.

"Why would you do this? Do you love hurting me like this? This is so bad. I feel so bad. Where the fuck did I go wrong that you ended up like this? You know I love you, right? You've been a constant throughout my entire life and I-" he said, his voice varying from soft to loud.

"Its not you, Yoongi," I cut him off.

"First let's get these cuts cleaned up,"

He made you sit on the bed of your room while he got out the first aid kit. He took out a piece of cotton and soaked it in water. Very carefully, he cleaned your hands. You flinched at the stinging pain it brought. They he gently dabbed the disinfectant on your hands, that stung even more. You let out a hiss from the pain.

"Shhh, it'll all be gone," he whispered.

As soon as you both were done, he went to the washroom and saw the horror in the sink. Light red and brown patches and the blade. He washed the blade and grabbed it.

As he emerged out of the washroom, you saw him with the blade.

"Yoongi, careful, please," you said.

"What? Why? This blade?" he positioned the blade on his wrist.

"Yoongi, stop!" you cried out.

"Why? I'll let it go deep inside," he brought the blade nearer almost touching his skin.

"Yoongi, please stop," you cried.

"Did you never think about me when you did this? You never thought how I would feel if I got to know? What if I did this? Wouldn't you be hurt?" he said.

"(Y/N) this isn't fine, you know, you need to stop. You should know that you're hurting other people who love you by doing this to your self," he finished.

"Now may I know the reason behind all of this?"

You sighed.

"The bullying, the criticism in school, it all had been too much, I couldn't stand it at all. People, they called me a loser, hypocrite, ugly bitch, and convinced me into believing it,"

"All of this happened in school AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME?" his voice grew louder.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," you said slowly.

Yoongi came closer. He held your hands. You could almost feel his breath.

"Do you know what? I've never told you this but, you are the most beautiful person I've ever met in my life. Beautiful in every way. Both inside out. You are perfect in every way. No matter what any one else says, you're perfect to me, just the way you are."

"Really?" you asked softly.

"Yes, and damn, you make it so difficult. I can't stop anymore," he said and suddenly crashed his lips onto yours. Your stomach fluttered on this sudden movement and you kissed him back and smiled within the kiss.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," you said back, and fell asleep on Yoongi's chest.

He kissed your forehead and drifted to sleep himself.

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