red.

that's the colour that stains his clothes.

that's the colour of the line drawn by the razor.

that's the colour of the ink that spells out 'jimin' on jungkook's skin.

"it hurts so much, hyung,"

he wants to scream.

"but i can't stop ... its the only way i can numb myself to the internal pain."

it's an addiction.

none of the hyungs know, and he wants to keep it that way.

they all have their own problems. and this "problem" is insignificant compared to what they are going through.

he doesn't go out anymore, for fear that people, fans, will see what he's doing to himself.

sometimes, he wants to end it all.

he's halfway there already.

if he could just sink the blade in a little deeper, it'll all be over.

and he wants to.

the temptation gnaws at him everytime he picks up the razor blade.

but the thought of jimin-hyung stops him.

what would jimin think of him? he would be utterly disappointed.

ironic, isn't it, that the person stopping him from ending his life is the same person that caused him to be dead inside?