For some reason practice was cancelled, something about our Manager having an emergency, and got a two week vacation, honestly that's all I care about right now. I lay down tired and still sore, I mean it wasn't as bad now, but it still hurt barely though. I close my eyes happily, and let sleep take over.

Soon I am woken up by someone shaking me, I turn over and look up to see Hoseok's beautiful face.

"Yeah, what is it?" I say groggily, not showing my arms, as a result of this morning after Hoseok left the room. I mean, I couldn't help it, all the hate I see online got to me. All the self-doubt wasn't helping either.

"Yoongi, hello Earth to Yoongi!" He says snapping me out my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I question. He opens his arms, gesturing for a hug which sadly, I had to decline. He couldn't see my arms, plus I don't have on a shirt. I took it off when I went to bed.

"Yoongi, why won't you hug me, did I do something?" He asks me sadly.

"No, no Hoseokie. I'm just tired, you're not soft or easy you know, you go all in and sadly that results in me being to tired or sore to do anything." I say quickly coming up with a lie.

"Then I'll just have to hug you, Baby." He decides, quite loudly might I add. He leans down and hugs me not bothering with moving the covers off, luckily. I thought I was safe until he pulled away, pulled the covers up and layed with me his arms around me.

That's how I ended up with Hoseok sleeping behind me with me pulled protectively in his arms since they are around my waist. Well one is, his left arm is under his head, right one around my waist.
I sigh, hoping he's asleep since his eyes are closed, his breathing is steady, and he's slightly snoring.
I pull the covers off my arms looking at my right arm, that is now barely even a arm as it is full of cuts. It hurts. Bad. I take my left hand and run my fingers slowly over the cuts and trace them. Suddenly I feel the warmth around my waist disappear, and see a hand reach for my arm. I try to hide it, but the hand quickly and gently grabs my wrist, trying not to hurt me but it fails and I end up whimpering and wincing in pain. It hurts to even slightly glide anything over it. It hurts to get touched on my arm at all.

"Baby, why?" I hear Hoseok ask, his voice cracking.

"I'm sorry if I'm hurting your arm, but you shouldn't be doing this." He says softly to me.

"I can't help it, I just- I got all this self-doubt, and all the hate I get from others, and-" I get cut off by Hoseok gently turning me over and kissing me softly. He pulls away after and smiles sweetly.

"Baby, don't worry about what others say, what matters is what those you care about think about you, and what you think about yourself."

"Listen to me Yoongi, you need to stop hurting yourself do you know how much it kills me to know you're doing this to yourself, and that I can't help since you won't let me?" Hoseok asks, tears brimming his eyes as I feel my eyes also watering.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you, it's just... I-I feel like shitty boyfriend because you also get hate and I can't do nothing about it." I say, tears now slowly slipping down my face. Hoseok sits next to me pulling me to sit up between his legs, my back on his chest as he rest his chin softly on my shoulder his right hand holding mine, as I put my left hand on his while I let him gently trace my cuts, trying not to hurt me.

"Listen, don't worry about me Yoongi, I'm ok." He says to me, I hear him sniffle realizing he's also crying now. I can feel how my shoulder becomes wet from the tears. I decide on something, and reply to him.

"You know what Hoseokie?" I ask.

"What Baby?"

"If you're ok, then I'm ok." I say smiling. He smiles back.

"Well then that's good to hear." He says, both of us knowing deep down that the deal won't last.

"How about we fix up and go hang with the others?" He suggests, as I nod. I get up and get some tissues him doing the same. We fix up and I put a shirt and some shorts on seeing as I was only in boxers. I go over to him after we're ready and hug him happily, putting my arms around his neck as his hands slide to my waist. I lean in to kiss him as he does the same, we kiss softly, and happily as all of our emotions going into the kiss, we pull away smiling happily.

"I love you Hoseok."

"I love you to baby."

We then exit the room to join the others.

(THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER FOR THIS VERSION OF THE BOOK, and now that I look at it, it seems to be a damn good way to end it. While I had some mess ups in the book, I think 13-14 year old me did a somewhat decent job, beside how many times I made the two of them fuck- lmao but I hope y'all find humor in some of this and I'll enjoy it if y'all find my new account ALittleShy03 follow me, and read the rewrite of this once it comes out! I love y'all!!