he fell in love with his best friend, park jimin. they were inseparable. they did everything together since primary school up until the third year of high school. they had the friendship everyone wanted. hot chocolate dates every friday after school, sleepovers every other week. it was the two of them against the world.
until jimin tried to kill him self.
see, what hurt yoongi the most about this is that jimin never told him he had depression. all of the hot chocolate dates they had to spill their worries and concerns and he never did. to yoongi this meant jimin couldn't trust him. it was really that jimin was too ashamed of himself and did want to worry yoongi.
after that, yoongi had no one. jimin lost all memory of yoongi and made new friends.
yoongi was left heart broken and absolutely smitten with someone that had no idea of their history.
slowly, jimins condition improved. he smiled more, had less breakdowns, less panic attacks. jimin's happy hours turned into happy days, happy days into happy weeks and eventually happy months.
whereas yoongi was alone, no friends, no caring family; only one that looked down on him for falling in love with a guy.
this was when yoongi realised you need friends, even just hot chocolate friends. especially when your life goes to shit. day after day, drink by drink, you lift your mugs and you lift to each other.
yoongi took a final breath and looked in the bathroom mirror ahead of him; swollen, red eyes, puffy face, tear stained cheeks. he had had enough. he didn't want to give up, but he definitely didn't want to live on. he couldn't take it.
so he walked into his bedroom,
took a last look at the notes placed neatly on his bed,
one for his mum,
one for his dad,
and one for jimin.
smiled faintly remembering all of the happy memories that once filled his brain,
and dry swallowed the handful of pills held loosely in his pale, bloody hand.
at first it made his feel happy, like he was on a high.
but then slowly he felt his head dipping and jerking as he drifted in and out of consciousness.
yoongi could feel his breaths slowing down, his heart beating in irregular patterns. it hurt. with his lungs and heart barely functioning. his body gave up on him. leaving him there, body slouched in the corner of his room, the remaining tears streaming down his cheeks.
the sad thing is, he wasn't found until 3 days later when his school rang to see where he was.
and this was when his parents figured out their mistakes. when it was all too late.
they didn't even give him a funeral, he was just left with a gravestone accompanied by hundreds of other forgotten souls; a gravestone with a single red rose lying in front of it.
the only thing that jimin remembered about yoongi was that red roses were his favourite flower.
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"you don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own. and when you mess with one part of a person's life, you're not messing with just that part. unfortunately, you can't be that precise and selective. when you mess with one part of a person's life, you're messing with their entire life. everything... affects everything." - jay asher
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el fin.
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