⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️
SELF HARM, SELF HATE, BULLYING.

THERE IS NO SMUT IN THIS ONE SHOT.

Taehyung.

That was his name.

Taehyung.

He hated his name.

Hated himself.

Hate was a mild word.

He loathed himself.

Nothing seemed to be right for him. Nothing was how he wanted it.

Life itself wasn't being nice.

It was always bringing things it knew were stronger than him.

He had no friends. No one wanted to stick around that long.

Sometimes he felt like ending it all.

It was all too much for him.

No one to talk to. No parents who would listen to him.

They were always arguing.

They were at the peak of their marriage and not the good kind of peak.

He had no siblings. No one to talk to and share his problems with.

He was always in the house whenever his parents argued.

They never let him leave the house anyways.

He never really did try to stop them.

Even if he wanted to go out, where was he going?

To a friend?

Pfft.

What friends?

He was a loner as he was called in school.

He got bullied. Bullied by people who just saw him fit for the description.

Them calling him names didn't help him either.

It all hurt.

So bad.

He only had one option.

It wasn't an option anyway.

So he cut.

He cut himself when his parents argued.

He cut himself when he got back from school.

He cut himself when he was bored.

It became his means of escaping and he liked it.

When he first slashed the razor against his skin, it hurt.

But as he watched the blood seep out of his cut, it was comforting.

He felt every anger, pain, frustration leave his body with the flow of blood.

Cutting himself helped him pass time.

When his parents we're yelling their voices out, he had his companion.

The razor.

××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

There he was, with his angelic, dimpled, bunny toothed smile.

In the cafeteria.

Taehyung wondered, what was it like to talk to a guy without him being grossed out or bullying him.

He sat at the corner where loners like him sat.

Where freaks like him sat.

But he was the loneliest of them all.

At least, other loners had someone who wanted to sit at the same table with them.

No one even tried to look at him twice, seemingly disgusted.

It hurt.

But was he going to say anything?

No.

Why was he going to complain when nothing could be done?

Was he going to complain about why no one tried to talk to him?

Certainly not.

All of a sudden, the dimple smile angel turned back to look at him and you know what he did?

He gasped, covering his face with his hair and that, seemed like it made him gain more interest in him.

He did the only sensible thing that came to her mind.

He ran away from the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~

Luck wasn't on his side.

It was never on his side.

Luck hated him.

Maybe that's why he had to bump into his bully on his way out of the cafeteria.

That's why his bully was pulling his hair right now.

That's why he kicked him anywhere his feet reached.

And students just walked past.

There was not a single soul trying to help him.

Maybe that's why he was used to it.

Wasn't it supposed to be guys bullying guys and girls to girls?

Why did he get both?

The guy who seemed to be the head of his group, sent one of his group members to get him a box of milk.

When the other boy returned, the leader grabbed the box from him, tearing the mouth open and dumping the contents of milk on him.

He felt tears seep out of his eyes.

But what could he do?

A slap was coming his way with full force.

"hey, stop!" someone said, running towards them.

"and who are you?" his bully asked, voice gruff.

"his helper. Now let him the fuck go." the boy said, finally reaching Taehyung and pulling him up from the floor with utmost care and gentleness.

"and if I don't?" his bully asked, gripping his wrist, making him hiss.

He pressed one of his many cuts, only adding to his pain.

"then maybe I'll have to report you to the authorities of this school."

"pft. Like they could do anything."

"then maybe I'll just have to make you leave him." him savior said, jabbing his index and middle finger to the other boy's neck.

He passed out immediately.

The two other boys who were standing beside their "leader" held his body as he was falling to the ground.

Then they carried him away.

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•_•×°-°=•_° , °-• , ... (finish this off if you understand)

Taehyung hadn't seen the face of his savior yet.

He only knew that he had brown hair and that he was wearing the school uniform.

Weren't they all?

He knew that his voice was calming. 

And that he saved him.

"are you alright?" he asked, sitting him under a tree that had a bench, with him on the table.

He took a deep breath and then turned to face him.

"y-yeah. I'm fine thank you." he said, now looking at his face. It had a dimpled smile on it.

He thought he had the most beautiful eyes he had seen.

Even with his swollen and bruised face, he still looked beautiful.

"y-youre..." he cleared his throat, "thank you. For saving me. B-but why did you do it? No one here really helps me. Why did you do it?"

"I'm not no one. I'm Jungkook. Jungkook and I've been in your shoes before..."

"Taehyung."

"Taehyung. It's a pretty name. Like you. You're pretty. Never let anyone tell you otherwise." he said holding onto his clothed wrist, making him hiss unintentionally.

He lifted the clothes that were covering his wrists, gasping as he saw all the cuts, healing and fresh and scars.

There were so many of them.

All over his hand.

He kept on folding his shirt, seeing the words, hate, disgust carved onto his skin.

"T-Taehyung." he whispered, feeling pain in his chest.

He realised what was happening and  snatches his hand away from Jungkook.

He unfolded his shirt, feeling ashamed, disgusted, pained and fear.

The fear of being judged by Jungkook and everyone else.

"leave me alone." he said, trying to get up from the bench.

Jungkook held him back.

"no Taehyung. I've been here before." he said as he folded the wrists of his own shirt, showing old scars that littered his skin.

He gasped.

"let me help you Taehyung. Let me help you."

"I can't be helped Jungkook. I'm a freak."

"you're not. Please just..."

"what are you gonna do huh? Tell me to go to a therapist or what?"

"no." he muttered, shaking his head.

"then what?"

"I don't know. Let's start by being friends."

"so you could judge me? No thanks."

"I could never."

Well the voice was behind him because he was already walking away.

"think about it alright?!" he yelled from the bench.

~~~~~~~~~~~

From that day onwards, Jungkook started sticking around.

He helped him from his bullies, waved at him in the hallways, sometimes tried to join him in the cafeteria.

But he always ran.

He wondered what he wanted. Why was he sticking around? Was he trying to break the remaining pieces of his that remained?

He wasn't even sure he had any pieces left to break. They were all broken.

Unless he wanted to powder them and send the ashes everywhere so he could never gather them.

He was really scared.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"let me walk you home." Jungkook said one day as he leaned on the gate, seeming to be waiting for him.

"w-what?" he stuttered.

"let. me. walk. you. home." he said again, emphasizing every word.

"no." he said, walking past the school gates and down the road back to his habitat.

The only sound present was the sound of cars and the sound of foot falls against the pavement.

"why?" he asked, behind him.

"why?" he asked him.

"huh?" his face showing curiosity.

"why are you doing all of these?" he asked, walking faster.

They were already a good distance from the school.

"I want to help you Taehyung. I already said that before. Let me be your friend."

"no."

"why?"

"be-because." he stuttered, now running.

"hey!" Jungkook yelled.

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In school, he was sitting under the tree where he and Jungkook first spoke.

The place kind of brought him peace as there was no one there.

Here in the school, he could escape all those judging, disgusted, freaked out gazes that people gave him.

"I've been looking for you."

Jungkook.

He walked closer to him, sitting down on the table where he sat before.

"what do you want Jungkook?"

"to be your friend. What else have I been talking about all this time?"

"fine. You want my friendship? Take it." he walked away from him.

Again.

~*~

On his way home, he heard footsteps behind him but didn't think of turning back because he could be running for his life.

That was until a hand began pulling him across the road to the park.

It was Jungkook.

Why did he have to be everywhere?

They crossed the gates to the park and he directed him to a bench, without a table this time.

"wh-what are you doing?" he spluttered.

"I don't know. Something just made me follow you today and then there was this guy who had been following you since. I got worried and as a good friend, I pulled you in here."

He had no words but spoke anyway.

"why did you follow me? Are you some creep or stalker?"

"no. I could never. To be honest, I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. I didn't mean to come across as what you called me."

"thank you."

"wh-what?"

"thank you, goddammit!" he said, tears falling down his cheeks.

"wh-why are you crying?" he asked, wiping the tears that fell down his cheeks.

"it's nothing." he said, sighing.

"I know-"

"no one has helped me before. Everyone else seems freaked out by me or disgusted. People think I deserve to die alone. Calling me matter and seeing you help me, it just made me feel some kind of way."

"you're welcome."

"help me Jungkook." he said, bowing his head.

"I will. I promise. From this moment on, you'll never walk alone."

~×~

You know that moment when you know things have started looking up for you?

That's what Taehyung felt.

Jungkook had been a blessing in disguise to him.

He had been there through thick and thin.

When he was down.

When it was so tempting for him to cut as when his parents argued and cutting was the only thing he did.

He now had a friend he could run to when his parents had argued.

They didn't mind.

Life was starting to be nice.

He no longer felt suicidal.

He no longer sat alone in the cafeteria.

He had a friend who was a real friend.

His parents had a divorce and he stayed with his mother.

Jungkook was there through it all.

He never turned his back on him not even once.

And he gave him the best advice:

"love yourself."

~÷~

Well this one shot, I made it just to tell you all...

That someday, it doesn't matter what you're going through, it will be fine.

Your savior is on his/her way.

It won't be long.

Just believe that everything will be fine.

Some people self harm and they also have Taehyung's companion which was the razor.