💕Monsta X Short Stories💕

Minhyuk-Please Don't Leave

A/N: if you can't hand self-harm stories, then please skip this one!

Character: Unnamed

I looked down at my phone and saw he hasn't text me back; he's too busy for a mess like you. He doesn't care about emo trash like you. You're just getting in his way of being an idol...all these thoughts ran through my head as i looked over at the pill bottles, grabbing my stomach unconsciously; he was the one that found me that night, rushing me to the hospital to get treated. He stayed with me until i was released, missing two days of practice and earning a huge scolding from Kihyun.

All i do is hurt him.

You're pathetic, worthless, he doesn't love you. Even your brother killed himself because of you. My mind was attacking itself, and all I wanted to do was to shut it up; i grabbed the box of razor blades and took one out, feeling my body shake.

I took a razor and sat it on my skin, remembering the first time Minhyuk saw my thigh scars; he kissed the skin and told me to stop, that he'd be here for me always, and then back to my lips, which resulted in...various things.

Three months of being clean went down the drain.

I didn't bother to grab a tissue to clean up the blood that was bubbling up to the surface. I thought of my older brother as i went for my wrists this time; Jooheon hated the fact that I never confided in him, but he felt it was his fault that I was how i was. Jooheon was found dead in the dorm of an apparent drug overdose a few months back. Reason? Guess was as good as anyone else's. But i still felt like it was my fault.

It always was.

--Minhyuk Perspective--

"Are you sure?" I asked my manager; he looked me in the eyes and nodded, making me smile. "Thank you, sir. Ill go get her now." I ran out of the room after bowing and went to the practice room, grabbing my keys. "Ill be back. He said yes, she can live with us!" I said as i ran out again.

I forgot my phone at the dorm.

When i get to her house, i knocked, but no one came; i took my key she gave me and opened the door, walking up the stairs and into her room. I let out a shout as her body laid limp on the floor.

"Jagi! Jagi! Oh god," i said as i looked at her wrist; her legs were full of cuts, and were bleeding still, obviously fresh. I went back to looking at her wrists, and when I looked closer, i noticed...

They weren't fatal. She's not going to die.

I picked her body up gently and started walking down the stairs, feeling her shift slightly in my arms. I looked down and noticed she was looking at me slightly. "Jagi," i said as I stopped at the last step; she smiled sadly, making me heart break.

"You came."