Suicide Hotline ≫ myg // pjm

There's nothing you can do.

The phone rang once. It was enough for the black-haired man to grab it and say the short presentation he has memorized.

— This is the Seoul's Suicide Hotline. I'm Yoongi and I'm here to help you.— He said, listening to the rumbling and muttering. It wasn't easy for someone to call them. It showed that this was their last chance to live; the last opportunity they give to life.—Please, take your time and breath. I'll listen once you are calmed.

— Yoongi.

— Jimin?— The man hummed.— I told you not to call me to the hotline babe. This is only for emergencies.

— Hyung, this is an emergency.— The pink-haired sighed.

— What happened? Is there anything wrong?— He asked preoccupied.

— How can I keep on living?

What?

— What?— He spoke his thoughts.— Jimin, you cannot joke around with suicide.

— See. How can I keep on living if I always make your life worse?— The younger murmured.— I'm just an extra weight that you need to carry around and take care of.

— Jimin. You know that's not true.— He denied.— Yes, baby that's not true. I take care of you because I want too. Though I'm not always home, I try to do my best. My job doesn't let me m—

— That's exactly what I'm talking about. You are already tired enough because of your job and then you get home and treat me amazingly.— Park screamed through the phone.— You're exhausted and I make it worse. For you, for my parents, my friends, my colleagues, my boss... I'm just a nuisance. I'm fat and chubby. I can't stop eating. We haven't had any sexual interaction in months and I know that I stopped attracting you.

— Jimin, it's not that.— Min interrupted.— I-I... I-it's jus—

— And now I'm here in front of the mirror with the package of pills being a coward who cannot dare to take his own life.— Jimin continued, while hitting his head against his reflection. Yoongi's heart stopped.

Jimin wanted to stop living.
HIS Jimin. The one he should have taken care of because he knows how sensitive he is. He knows how damaging Park's mind is. And he didn't help him. Busy saving people's lives, he didn't notice how bad his baby needed help.

— J-Jimin.— He called after the long silence.— I'm going home, please don't do anything.

— Don't come.— He sobbed.— Please don't. Let me be a nuisance, let me be nothing.

— Baby.— Yoongi cried.— Please don't do it. I-I love you. I promise we can go through this.

— I don't want to go through this.— Park sighed.— It's too difficult for me to see you work to maintain me. I know what you're thinking, Yoongi, but it isn't your fault. I'm just tired, you know? I hate my life how it is. I hate being called a faggot or a girl. I hate being stared like a despicable monster. I hate myself. And what I hate mostly, is that you still love me for who I am. I hate it. I hate when you look at me lovingly, and you see me like the most beautiful thing in the world. I hate when you kiss me so truly, showing your affection towards me. I hate when you take of my shirt and see my disgusting body as pure perfection. I hate it.

Listening his boyfriend's cries was worst that getting stabbed a thousand times.

— Jimin, let me talk to you face to face.— He begged.— Let me change your mind. I see you in those ways cause you are like that. I have never lied to you. Never. You're the most perfect human being I've ever seen. And.— He sobbed.— I am so thankful for you to be in my life. I don't know what would had happened if you hadn't crossed paths with me. S-so please, I b-beg you not to do anything.

Silence.

— Hyung, there's nothing you can do.

Yoongi cried worse than ever.

— I'm sorry, Min Yoongi.— He whispered.— But this is for your own good. I love you.

Yoongi heard the pink-haired gulped and murmure a "It's done.".

— I'm calli—

— I'm not home.— He said.— I know you would have looked for me there so I'm far away.

— Please throw up.

— Remember the time when we first kissed?— He asked.— It was so nice. I was so insecure about your feelings towards me, but you kissed my insecurities away. And I thank you for that. For being my savior. I love you.

The line ended, leaving Yoongi to hug himself alone. Until someone screamed.
He rushed to see what was happening. And he saw him. The body of his lover. The body of Jimin. The one he had kissed not long ago to bid goodbye and got to work.
He placed his head against the pink-haired's chest.

*Bdoom* *Bdoom*

He placed three fingers inside his throat and made the younger vomit. With tears in his eyes he saw how the love of his life started waking up. People called 911 while he hugged the nuisance.

— Don't you dare ever scare me like that.— He whispered.— I will never let you go and let the voices inside your head win this fight. Cause you are Park Jimin, the strongest man I have ever known. And I love you.

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Well. Hope you liked this one-shot. I had this idea and tried to pass it from thoughts to words.
Thank you for reading💕