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YoonMin/JiKook/SugaMon

WARNING: This chapter will contain cheating, angst, and self-harm/attempted suicide.
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Yoongi smiled at his boyfriend, Jimin sitting next to him on the couch. They were cuddling and watching a movie, but Yoongi got a bit disappointed when Jimin got on his phone. The older just sighed and focused on the movie. Jimin has been getting on his phone a lot instead of paying attention to his boyfriend, but Yoongi was afraid it would start a fight if he said anything about it.

About five minutes later he looked over and saw that Jimin had huddled himself against the arm of the couch so Yoongi couldn't see his phone screen, and was giggling and blushing as he texted. Yoongi bit his lip and decided that he was gonna say something. "Hey, baby, who're you texting?" He asked with a soft smile. Instead of smiling back and answering like he used to do, Jimin just rolled his eyes and said, "It's just a friend, relax. You know I hate it when you're possessive." Yoongi looked hurt at the younger's words and looked down, turning the TV off. He got up slowly and looked at the younger. "I'm going to bed, do you wanna come? I'll give you all the cuddles you want~" Usually that would've had Jimin on the bed in three seconds flat, but Jimin just flared up at him. "Isn't it obvious that I'm busy? Leave me alone." The rapper flinched away slightly at the harsh words and tone, starting to walks down the hallway to their shared bedroom. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of Jimin's screen. It had a... more than revealing photo of Jungkook on it, and Jimin was sending ones of himself back. Yoongi felt his world shatter and his heart break into millions of pieces. Tears flowed freely from his eyes like a waterfall and choked on his words. "J-Just a friend, huh? I thought I c-could t-trust you J-Jimin..." Jimin stood up and reacted violently. "You have no right to be looking at my fucking phone, Yoongi!"

"No more Darling?"
"What?"
"That's what you used to call me. I guess you call him that now..."

Yoongi tears had stopped flowing and he just looked numb. He looked dead, like a shell of who he was. Jimin was quickly trying to come up with an excuse, but Yoongi held his hand up in a 'silence' motion.

"I don't wanna hear it. I don't wanna hear lies, Jimin. Go to him, you love him now... I get it, he's perfect and I'm just... I'm a wreck."

The older laughed bitterly and spun on his heel walking into the bathroom and sinking to the floor, leaning against the wall and feeling empty. Broken. He flinched at the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut. He took a deep breath and realized what he needed to do. His therapist told him to remove the cause of problems in his life. He's the cause of all his problems. He grabbed a razor and tore the blade out of it, twirling it around in his hand. "Remove the issues..." he murmured to himself as he started running the blade deeply across his wrists.

One cut

Two cuts

Three cuts

Four cuts

He had the memory of promising his friend, Namjoon, that he'd never cut again, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. He kept cutting and cutting all along his wrists until he was sitting in a pool of blood. He felt some more drip out of his arm before everything went black.
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He woke up to a pounding headache and bright lights. And a warm hand holding his own. He opened his eyes slowly, squinting against the harsh hospital light, and realized that Namjoon was the one holding his hand. He sat up slowly, and blinked at his friend, quickly breaking down into tears, apologizing frantically. Namjoon just pulled the smaller into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head.

"Hey, Sshh, it's okay, I'm not mad... Breathe for me..."

Yoongi slowly stopped shaking and crying, clinging to Namjoon and burying his face in his friend's chest for comfort. After a while, he pulled away and stared at his lap.

"Does Jiminnie know...?"
"I called him and told him but... He didn't want to see you... He said you two were done..."

Yoongi scoffed and nodded, looking away and biting down on his knuckles so he won't cry.

Namjoon looked at his friend with pure sympathy. He wanted nothing more than to wrap the older in a blanket and shower him in kisses. But he knows his heart is, and always will be, owned by Park Jimin. So, he sighed and picked up Yoongi, holding him close to his chest.

"Hey, my lil meow meow, don't cry~ The doctor said I can take you home once you wake up, so how about you stay at my place for a while~?"

Yoongi nodded distractedly and clung to Namjoon, who was currently carrying him out to his car. Namjoon set his Hyung in the passenger seat and got in himself.

     "How'd you find me?"
     "I was stopping by to drop off the lyrics for the new track and your door was unlocked. I walked around your apartment looking for you and I saw blood seeping out from under the bathroom door..."

     The older boy his lip and looked down, knowing that his friend was worried about him. Yoongi slowly took hold of one of Namjoon's hands and held it tight.

"Don't leave me..."
"I wouldn't dream of it."