Chapter Six.

"You don't really know someone until they start to come undone."

Warning: profanity used, self-harm mentioned and present.

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Taehyung POV:

"Do you wanna build a snowman~~~" I said as I knocked out the beat on the door.

"LeAvE," He said in a pitched, cracked voice.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong," I said with a smile on my face.

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the room. The door opened and revealed Jungkook looking at me with no expression.

"Boi, what do you want from me," he said monotonously.

"To know what's wrong," I stated bluntly.

"Nothing," he replied swiftly, but bluntly.

"Oof," I replied.

I stepped aside for him to be able to get out of his room.

My phone buzzed in my back pocket.

Drunken midget:
Yo, yo

Special child:

Drunken midget:

Why yes, yes I did.

Special Child:

Drunken midget:
When did you even- you know what, nvm

Special Child:
Heh, my plan is in motion. He doesn't suspect a thing.

(Special Child is offline)

I turned my phone off and looked back up. Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Probably in the kitchen.

"Jungkook!!!" I yelled.

"What do you want you flying fish!?" Jungkook yelled back.

"I spilled the gay again!!" I yelled as I followed Jungkook's voice into the kitchen.

"The what?" He yelled back, voice laced with confusion.

"The gay!" I yelled back.

"I'm-" he started, but stopped abruptly, not wanting to hear any more nonsense spew from me.

I walked into the kitchen to find Jungkook sitting at the dining table, eating the pancakes that we managed to salvage, with help from Seokjin, of course.

"You gonna eat?" He asked me through a mouthful of pancakes muffling his voice.

"Um, y-yeah," I said as I picked up a plate and put only one pancake on it.

I sat down across from Jungkook and picked up my fork with a shaky hand, which earned me a worrisome look from Jungkook.

I gave a warm smile to him, trying to get his mind and worries off of me.

As I put a bite of pancake in my mouth, I hold back a grim look.

As it goes down my throat, I have to stop myself from gagging.

I shouldn't be eating this. I shouldn't, I can't.

I feel like crying. This is too much. I don't want to eat right now, I'm not that hungry. I can go a little longer, I mean, beauty is pain, right?

I lick my lips, the fluffy, sweet taste of the pancakes linger in my mouth. The scent is intoxicating, making a part of me wish for more. The other part refusing to even look at the food on my plate.

I take more and more bites until there's no longer another bite on my plate.

"You good?" Jungkook asks timidly, concern evident in his voice.

"Hm? Yeah. I'm good, just need to use the restroom," I said as I got up and walked to the bathroom with my head hanging low.

I got in the bathroom, making sure the door is shut all the way and it's locked.

I turn around only to be met with a reflection. I don't know him. My face is so ugly. Why do I have to be so ugly? I'm so fat, why can't I be skinny? No wonder I'm single, just look at me. Why am I even here? Nobody want's to see me. There are so many pretty people, like Jimin. Jimin has always been better. People love him, why can't they love me? Am I that awful?

I clutch the sink with my hands. Tight. So tight that my knuckles turn white. I turn my head aggressively, no longer wanting to see all the awfulness being reflected.

My vision is met with the sight of the toilet.

Do it Taehyung. The more you do it, the more people will love you.

I go in front of the toilet and bend down, glaring intensely at it.

I raise my hand and stare at, the more I stare, the more I hesitate.

What are you waiting for? Do you want to be fat? Are you insane?... actually, don't answer that question. But do it Taehyung, there's no stopping now.

I listened to the voice inside my head and stuck two fingers down my throat, making me throw up all over my hand and in the toilet.

Little did I know, that Jungkook heard me.

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Jungkook's POV

My head shot up at the sound of someone throwing up.

Could it be the people next door? No, it can't be, because we don't have neighbors, this is a flat unlike what everyone else has.

I stood up as fast as I could when I heard the sound again, except this time, there was a sound of something breaking too.

I run to where the sounds are coming from and try to open the door but it's locked.

I knock upon the door for what seems like hours, but which is only a few seconds.

The sound of someone hissing then more throwing up fills my ears as I take a step back and start kicking the door.

A few kicks later I get the door open only to be met with glass shattered on the floor. I look around the room to be met with dark brown eyes that used to sparkle, now empty and broken. It's as if the light had been stolen from him.

I immediately rush over to the older as he throws up again, not caring about the glass that's stabbing at my feet. I've been through worse.

With one hand I push back the hair that fell onto his face and with the other, I rub circles on his back all the while whispering into ear sweet nothings.

But not failing to notice the puke lathered on his hand.

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Taehyung's POV

Once I'm done throwing up all the food I ate, I grab the towel Jungkook was holding out to me and wipe all the throw up off my face and hand.

Next thing I know, Jungkook is picking me up bridal style.

"I don't want you stepping on the glass," he mumbled. "You can take a shower after I clean the glass up."

"O-okay," I managed to stutter out somehow.

He laid me on my bed and left the room with a quick, "I'll be right back."

A minute or two later, he came back with water and a first aid kit.

He sat the water on the nightstand and sat next to me on the bed.

I guess he noticed the glass that cut me on my thigh...

Jungkook started to roll up the older's shorts with a slight hint of blush on his face.

I panicked and stared at the younger with wide eyes, which he just completely ignores.

The younger cleaned up my wound then, got the cleaning the supplies up.

Once he cleaned the supplies up he said, "I'm going to clean the bathroom, then you go take a shower," he walked to the door frame but stopped to say, "after you're shower... we need to talk," he deadpanned then walked to the bathroom.

I picked up the water and sipped.

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