i don't stop to catch my breath.
i open the doors to the rooftop,
and it is fortunately unlocked.
"what are you doing?" i scream,
and pull you away from the balcony
that divides the rooftop and eight stories down.
there's a knife in your hand,
and blood starts pouring out of your wrist.
"oh my god, taehyung," i cry,
taking off my jacket,
and using it as a bandage for your wound.
"areum," you mutter,
and at this point,
i hate you so much right now.
"don't tell me, you were about to jump down?" i yell,
and you look away in defeat.
"who would've been here to take care of your mom
if you killed yourself?"
i can't say anything anymore,
because paramedics come up,
and take you away,
leaving me with nothing
but myself and the rough winds.
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0-100 real quick :-(((