Chapter 5- I don't want to live anymore

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ May include topics such as self-harm, suicidal thoughts and eating disorders. Please beware before continuing.

Hey it's A/N. So I know I said I would post like yesterday but school was being an ass so I couldn't find time to write a whole chapter.

[Jimin POV]

I opened my eyes to see Jungkook asleep peacefully in my arms. I smiled as I saw that he still had the hot water bottle tightly pressed against his stomach. I carefully removed my arm from under him, trying not to wake him up.

I entered the bathroom and took a quick shower. After changing into my practice clothes, I wrote a note telling Jungkook I'll be home soon.

I headed downstairs and saw my hyungs sitting in the kitchen together. Their intense stares made my blood run cold.

"Where are you going?" Taehyung asked in a harsh tone.

"Practice room." I paused, putting on my shoes, "Why?"

"Whatever."

As I unlocked the door, I looked back and gave them my cold stare. They always told me they were afraid of me when I glared at them. "And if you dare lay a finger on Jungkook, I'll be coming for you."

[Jungkook POV]

I woke up, missing the warmth that I had felt throughout the night. Did Jimin change his mind? Please no..

I noticed a slip of paper on the bedside table. Curious, I picked it up.

'Hey Jungkook, you're probably wondering where I am. I'm at the practice room trying to perfect my choreography.

Don't worry, I warned the others about what would happen if they tried to hurt you. If anything happens, call me. Okay Gguk? - Jimin'

I smiled, knowing he still cares for me. I folded up the paper and kept it in the drawer. I put away the hot water bottle, which surprisingly really helped to soothe my stomach.

I headed into the bathroom to smell the familiar strawberry scented shampoo Jimin always uses. I breathed in the comforting scent and took a warm shower. I then changed into a blue hoodie and a pair of black pants.

I inhaled, then exhaled, getting ready to meet the others downstairs. I could hear their uncontrolled laughter and Jin hyung telling them his famous dad jokes.

I sighed, putting my hood on and stuffing my hands into the pockets of my hoodie. I exited my room. My footsteps must've caught their attention as the laughter stopped. I looked down the entire way, though I could feel their eyes all on me.

"Faggot. WHAT DID YOU DO TO JIMIN HUH?!"

Taehyung suddenly jerked me back by grabbing my hoodie and pulling it towards him.

"Probably one of his stupid tricks that triggered Jimin's soft spot for him" Hoseok hyung scoffed.

I ignored them all, just went to the kitchen to grab an apple.

"Fat pig. Still want to eat?!" Namjoon-hyung swiped the apple away from my hand as it smashed onto the floor, making a mess. Jin-hyung would be so mad at that.

"Nice one." Jin hyung approached the scene and high-fived Namjoon. So he's not gonna yell at Namjoon-hyung for dirtying his kitchen?

I stood there silently as they continued to throw insults at me.

Jimin said to call him if anything happens...

I ran off to a corner and felt around my pockets. F**k. I left my phone in the room. I saw that they were busy trying to clean up that "apple accident" so I took my chance to run.

But where to?

I looked around frantically, trying to find somewhere to hide.

The attic you idiot.

For once the voice was helpful.

I ran off to the attic and gently closed the door so they wouldn't know I was here.

I turned around. The dark attic gave off a weird creepy vibe that I hated. I felt around the walls and flipped on the light. Now I could see. I walked around slowly, scared of what may be here. I spotted something shiny behind a box, so I walked over and grabbed it.

A crowbar.

When did we ever have a crowbar? Anyways, it's not going to be much help to me.

I know what you could use it for.........Before I knew it, I was standing in-front of the window in my bedroom with the crowbar gripped in my hand. I slowly lifted the crowbar to the edge of the window and pried it open.

I gently put the crowbar on the ground to not make a sound. Opening it fully, I felt the cool breeze caress my cheeks as I took in the breathtaking view from our dorm.

Too bad this was the last time I would be seeing this.

"I'm sorry."......[Jimin POV]

After hours of doing the same dance over and over, I had finally managed to perfect it. Great! Now I can go home and see my Ggukie. Or so I thought.

I quickly packed my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I waved goodbye to anyone I saw there and headed off back to the dorm.

"You're back so early?"

"Yeah. Got a problem?"

I replied Hoseok in a monotone voice.

I didn't even bother asking about Jungkook, so I just put my bag in my room and walked over to Jungkook's door which was closed.

Knock Knock.

"Kookie? It's me Jimin!"

Knock Knock.

"Hello?"

No reply.

I slowly cracked open the door to see the room empty. My eyes wandered around the room, wondering if he is hiding somewhere.

My view landed on the window. It was open. And next to it was...A crowbar.

"F**k." I cursed under my breath as realisation hit me.

I ran downstairs and didn't even bother putting on my shoes.

"Where are you going in such a rush?"

"WHY DO YOU CARE?!"

I ran out, to the back of our dorm.

[No one's POV]

All the members were confused but decided to follow Jimin. They were hesitant and wondered why Jimin was so panicked.

They were not ready for what they were about to witness.

Jimin was kneeled on the ground, sobbing as blood stained his shirt. In his arms was...

An unconscious and bloody Jungkook."WHAT THE HELL DID YOU GUYS DO TO HIM?!"

A/N: Short chapter, but I tried my best. Sorry for the cliffhanger 😂

Word Count: 1079Chapter 5 End