suicide hotline

one

Yoongi groaned as he rolled away from the sun's rays. He clamped his eyes shut hoping to squeeze in a few more minutes of sleep. He cursed when he realised he couldn't force himself to sleep any longer. Begrudgingly, he ripped the covers from his thin body and forced himself to sit on the edge of his bed. Yoongi's feet barely touched the ground, his eyes struggling to open. Reaching out a hand, he felt around for his mobile.

When his hand made contact with the cold screen he immediately turned it on and scrolled through his notifications. Deleting all his notifications from Instagram and Snapchat he opened his messages. Three missed calls from Taehyung and four from Namjoon. He opened each message and held back the urge to roll his eyes.

"Fucking idiots." He pulled of his pyjamas and changed into a ratty pair of jeans and an old t-shirt. He skipped breakfast and instead opted for a black coffee.

Yoongi parked as far as possible from the police station as he could. Making sure no one saw him, he entered the police station. As soon as he walked through the doors, he was greeted by Officer Young. "Hey man, they're through there." He pointed towards a dirty cell where three men were passed out across the benches. Yoongi nodded stiffly.

"Kim Taehyung. Kim Namjoon. Get up." Yoongi demanded, they shot up nearly instantly. Two pairs of bloodshot eyes looked up at him expectantly. "Fucking losers." He snarled.

Taehyung smiled lazily at him, pulling Yoongi in for a hug. "Hey bro— jeez you smell like piss!" Yoongi slithered out of Taehyung's tight grasp.

"I'm not the one who spent the night in a jail cell like a pathetic pig. Anyway, go wait in the car, it's parked near the ice cream place." Taehyung nodded quietly.

"Jesus dude, why you always park so far away? Damn." Namjoon complained as he stumbled out of the cell.

Yoongi slammed the car door open as he entered it. "Are you serious? Arson? Vandalism?" Yoongi buried is face in his hands. "Why do you do this you yourselves? You had so much— never mind." He cut his speech short when he looked up and saw the tired faces of his best friends. His brothers.

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Jimin waved goodbye to his best friend Jin for the last time. But Jin didn't know that. He turned on his heel as he exited the studio. His heels clicking on the hardwood flooring loudly. Usually by now Jin would make a joke about Jimin's unfortunate lack of height, but he could sense something was off.

When Jimin got home he stripped himself of his sweaty dance clothes and ran a bath. He sighed. His last bath ever. Jimin entered the bath slowly, submerging each part of his body bit by bit. Maybe he could do it now, he thought. Maybe he could drown himself, he thought. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then pushed himself under water. He opened his eyes, they stung. He tried to breath, his lungs burned. He couldn't do it. He pushed himself out of the water, gasping for air. Each breath was heavy and made his chest sore. He wanted to cry. Why did it have to be so hard?

Jimin stared at his reflection in the mirror. Why was he so ugly? He looked a sickly pale colour. His cheeks were too chubby. His eyes weren't bright. His lips too big. He sighed. Maybe he will become a beautiful angel when he dies.

Jimin wrapped himself in a yellow blanket and snuggled into an armchair across from the TV. He went through movies and scrolled through movies before deciding on one.

His eyes watered with every line the actors uttered and overflowed with every meaningless moment. Park Jimin cried and cried and cried.

Park Jimin was going to kill himself, he thought. Park Jimin is going to die, he thought.

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Min Yoongi watched as two idiots sat on his couch playing on his Xbox. Min Yoongi watched as two delinquents ruined their lives. He sighed tiredly, if this was making them happy then he wouldn't stop them.