Depression isn't something I can just get over. I swear I tried but they won't go away. Those voices. They keep telling me... telling me to jump.
Not my picture. Credits to illustrator.
Jungkook's head looked to the left as he heard the bed creak. "A Wii full of memories isn't it?" Y/n asked. Jungkook nodded surprised that he had woken up. "That's the SD Card from my mother's only camera, my mom always said that the camera was the only gift my father ever gave her. Besides me she said." Y/n buried his face in his hands.
"And now look. If she could see me now," He looked up, "She would have thought that a camera was better gift than a son who can't look at the world without seeing death at every corner." Silence filled the small apartment as Jungkook struggled to find an appropriate answer.
"I didn't know your mother," He started cautiously, "But I think she would be proud of you." Y/n looked up confused. "I don't know your life story and I don't know what has made you think that cutting yourself is better than not. But I do know that you've struggled." Jungkook sighed, "I'm proud of you, for holding on this long. And if you can hold on this long, with m- our help, you can hold on for longer."
Y/n managed to mold his face into a small smile. "Thanks." He mumbled awkwardly. Jungkook stands up planting himself directly in front of Y/n.
"But this has got to go nowhere." Y/n said seriously.
........... 2 Days Later ................
Y/n stood looking at the long line of buses waiting for people to be loaded on.
I hate public transport sooo much. He groaned inwardly as he started to sweat nervously at the thought of getting on the wrong bus or maybe getting off at the wrong stop. Bus 300, stop number 5. Bus 300, stop number 5.
Why are we dong this anyway? It's not like we have to you know?
I really don't feel like all of the famous group, BTS, in my little cramped living room/kitchen/half a bedroom.
Yep that's right. Jungkook spilled the beans, let the cat out of the bag, and had tea spewed all over him
He deserved it.
Y/n couldn't help but nod in agreement with the voice. First Jungkook told Yoongi, then Yoongi told Jin, turns out Jin already knew but he told Jimin, Jimin was told to keep quiet about it but he told Hoseok, Hoseok being the loud person he is, gasped and alerted Namjoon, Taehyung, and the rest of the block.
All in one day.
Jungkook was then sent with a message to tell Y/n.
"Jin hyung wants an intervention to help you." Jungkook said nervously waiting for his reaction as the other sipped his caffeinated tea to keep him awake at work.
Y/n did not hesitate to spew all of the green tea in his mouth at his self proclaimed hyung.
"And a waste of tea too." Y/n mumbled as he climbed on bus 300. He stared out the window counting the stops to where he had to get off. The fifth stop appeared and he got off and went to the door ready to knock.
Taehyung opened the door just as he was about to knock. "Ah, Y/n-ah, you're here already!" Taehyung said hugging him tight. Y/n stiffened like a frozen bean pole.
Already here? He was waiting for me.
Y/n walked in and looked at all the faces of the boys. Pity. He didn't want nor need pity. Pity is something you give a being when its so close to dying that you feel bad for it that it's still breathing. And Y/n's rational brain was more stubborn than child whose forced to eat brussel sprouts.
I don't need pity. I'm still living.
For no one knows how long.
After a moment of awkward silence and staring, Jin clapped his hands.
"First things first, I talked to our manager and your friend, Charlee I think it was? But anyways, you can come live with us!" He said saying this as if it was great news.
Ha. Nope.
"We've already arranged everything so you can't say no,
Watch me.
"and your stuff is coming tomorrow so we'll start Y/n's Intervention Camp tomorrow as well." Namjoon said hooking an arm around Jin. "You'll be rooming with Taehyung."
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I'VE BEEN HERE ONLY ONCE, THEY BARELY KNOW ME, AND THEY'VE ALREADY HAVE A FRIGGIN 'INTERVENTION CAMP' SET UP?
He glared at Jungkook. Damn those beautiful brown eyes for seeing just how much pain I'm in.
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Ahhh the beauties and curses of having a bias wrecker
