Hidden Scars (JiminxReader)

~Chapter one: Slits~

I heard banging on the door of my apartment. As soon as I opened the door, my heart dropped. "(Y/N), let me in, please." Jimin was a mess, completely drenched in sweat. "Did you run all the way here?" "Just let me in." I opened the door a bit more so he could pass me. I closed the door. "Jimin, I don't know why you're here." He looked me in the eyes and firmly spoke. "Show me your wrists." "What the fuck do you mean?" "Show me your wrists!" I turned away. "You can leave now." I opened the door. He picked me up with one hand and slammed the door with the other. "Let me go! Why are you even here?! We can't be together!" He practically threw me on the sofa. "Stop being so stubborn and lift your sleeves." My eyes became moist. I lifted my right sleeve and turned away. "Oh, (Y/N). Not again."

I felt a huge lump in my throat. I held back my tears but still didn't look at Jimin. He carefully examined the blade marks on my wrist. He looked at me, then his focus went back to my cuts. "Other hand." "N...no." He grabbed my other wrist. I winced. "I'm sorry." He lifted my sleeve and saw the cuts were bleeding. "When did you cut this arm?" "Just before you showed up." There was no point on hiding anymore. How would I lie about this? "(Y/N), I told you to stop doing this to yourself the last time. You're harming yourself." I felt the tears starting to form again. He pulled my face closer to his and looked me dead in the eyes. The tears began to pour out. I couldn't hold them back any longer. Jimin didn't speak. He just put me in his lap and held me and for the first time, never wiping my tears once. He just let me cry my heart out until my eyes were dry.

"Jimin, you need to leave. Now. We can't be together." "Why not? Why do you keep pushing me away?" "BECAUSE I'M NOT GOOD FOR YOU!" Jimin stumbled back, shocked with how much force my voice had. My whole body was shaking and I collapsed onto the floor. Jimin flew to the floor, laying me in his lap. "God, (Y/N). Did you eat today?" I shook my head, no. "Why are you doing this to yourself?" I tried to stand up on my weak legs. I hobbled and dropped onto the sofa. "Jimin, please leave. I don't need your pity. I'm fine." He stood up. "I'll leave, but before I do, I want to know why you're doing this." I inhaled deep, then exhaled. "I...I don't like my life. I'm not happy." Jimin sat next to me on the couch. "Let me clean your wounds." He went to the bathroom. He grabbed rubbing alcohol and bandages. He carefully wiped the cuts with a cloth and the alcohol. I winced in pain. He saw I was uncomfortable. He looked me deep in the eyes and kissed my cheek, gently. His focus went back in my wrists. "Now stay still." I did as he said. He wrapped my wrists with the bandages. I pulled Jimin close. I rested my head on his. I could smell his minty, fresh breath. I couldn't hold back anymore. I crashed my lips onto his and kissed him full force. He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes. I could see pain in his eyes. The pain I caused him. I turned away but he grabbed my face and paused, looking into my soul. He then grabbed me and kissed me aggressively. I melted into his arms and in that moment, we both needed each other.

I pushed him away. "Stop, we can't do this." "I know we can't." He agreed. "We're using eachother to numb our pains." We said at the same time. I looked at Jimin and he looked at me. "Why do you keeping pushing me away, (Y/N)?" My eyes became moist. "I...I don't deserve you." He looked confused. "What the hell do you mean? You're the best thing that ever happened to me." tears began to fall from my eyes, again. Whenever Jimin was with me, I crumbled. I couldn't stay strong when I felt so weak. "I want you to leave, now." "No." "Jimin, please. I don't want you to see me like this." "See you like what?" I looked at him. "See me weak, hurt, depressed, defeated." He wiped my tears. "You haven't been defeated, (Y/N). You're the strongest person I know. You'll get through this. We'll get through this." "I'm not fucking happy with my life, Jimin. What's the point of living if you aren't happy?" Jimin smiled sadly. "I can make you happy." I tilted my head. "You wanna bet?" He smiled. "Sure." He put out his hand for us to shake on it. I shook his hand. "It's a bet."