yoongi's sick.

sick of pretending that he is okay.

sick of having to wake up every day to a world devoid of happiness.

sick of having that gaping, jimin-shaped hole in his life.

the depression that has once plagued him has returned in full force.

he can't eat.

he can't sleep.

he can't stand knowing that jimin was not truly gone, but yet not fully here.

he can't live anymore in this gray area of nothingness.

and indeed, on more than one occasion, he has thought of leaving this cold, empty world.

but he never had the courage to put the knife to his wrist, never had the courage to swallow the pills, never had the courage to jump.

he's a coward.

and he hates himself for that.

"i hate you, park jimin,"

"i hate you for what you have done to me, for what you have done to my heart."

but he's as good as gone, and all that's left is a broken man, reduced to nothing but a shell of his former self.