M U S I C I S R E C O M M E N D E D

Jungkook watched in horror behind Tae at his own doing, even he couldn't do anything. It's too late anyways.

They stood silently in the doorway. Everything was quiet until Taehyung slid against the wall and sinked to his knees.

"No..." He stared at the sink. On it sat a silver knife embedded with blood. He refused to believe that was Jungkook's blood on it.

Why is he just staring? Jungkook thought. Why won't he say something?

"Kookie...please tell me what's this..."

Wait, did he say something? Jungkook didn't want to respond because he didn't want him to learn anything, but it's too late now.

He was at loss for words. "I-I...um..."

Before he got to say anything, Tae stood up and stared at the maknae with worried eyes. He knew what his friend was about to do.

Jungkook didn't even get the chance to back away. Tae grabbed his hand and pulled down the sleeve shirt he was wearing to reveal his skin littered with hundreds of bloody and badly untreated scars.

He heard him let out a tiny gasp as he checked his other arm as well. Tears began streaming down his face.

"Whats this for...?"

It's over.

Maybe it's time to end it.

"I, um, I- ... I can't say."

"Why the hell...why would you do this to yourself? To me? I care about you, your family does, your friends too! I hate seeing this...it breaks my heart."

He hugged him.

Jungkook froze.

Tae asked, "When did you start?"

He didn't want to say anything. He kept his mouth shut as tears stung the edges of his eyes.

Taehyung knew this was hard for him to talk to about. "Look, just go lay down somewhere, I'll be right back."

He hurried to retrieve his phone, as he didn't want Kookie to be alone.

After what seemed like forever (literally 4 seconds), Tae found a contact and tapped it. While a dialing time rung, he walked towards the hallway, prepared to bolt to Jungkook's room in case of an emergency.

"Hey, I know you're with the other guys, but Jungkook needs our help, right now he's not well."

A concerned voice came out of the phone.

"Wait, what? Is he okay?"

"No..he's in bad shape so can yo-"

"I'm coming over."

They hung up, leaving a badly shaken Taehyung to sigh. He went up to check up on the maknae, who sat on his bed with a sad face. He looked up at Tae.

"Can you please tell me what happened?I've called someone so we can both help you."

The brown-haired male sighed in discontent, making a decision that could either help, or hurt him.

[Later]

Taehyung heard it all.

The comments. All the reasons why Kookie was now like this.

His heart stung with guilt, like all those reasons stabbing at him. He never knew fans could be so ruthless, much less him and the rest of Bangtan.

Before he had more time to think, a knock came from the dorm's door. Jungkook was clueless as to why Tae sprung up and ran.

Taehyung opened the door to reveal a frowning BTS's very own living mochi.

"Jimin."

He went past him and said, "Where is he?"