(for all non bts-fandom guys: the boy on the picture is Taehyung)

Next day; school

"Tomorrow you won't be able to play socker in the other hall anymore.  We are going to make apparatus gymnastics in groups. you will have to study a choreography. Finally, there are group grades. At least 4 students are expected in a team that you form yourself.", their sports teacher Mr. Raphael Petite, a a muscular, young European, who's name nobody was able to spell right said. But he was just an exchange teacher, so they all called him just Mr. P. 

"Nice", Taehyung though in sarcasm, "how the heck should I find a group I can't even make the easiest jump on this fucking trampoline." He was good in socker, he was fast so he couldn't be stopped by anyone if he had the ball once. However he was a disappointment in artistic gymnastics.

"Taehyung, Jungkook would you two please help me to bring back the sport devices we used?" 
"Okey", Taehyung agreed. The other boy just shrugged. 
"Alright, please take the trampoline and I'll take the the bars for the pull-ups."
 
Both nooded. Taehyung could feel the intensive look on his face. Jungkook was literlly staring at him and bite his underlip like a messed up fool. The brown haired moved forward to the trampoline and turned it around. Then he folded it up and looked around for the black-haired one, who would now have to help him pick it up. But he couldn't catch his eyes. Jungkook was just in another world. He looked in Tae's direction but the 17-years old knew, that he wasn't looking at him. He was like in trance. 

"What are you thinking about?", Taehyung laughed at him, shaking his head in amusement. 

"Oh- I-I was just probably thinking about my crush?", Jungkook shaked his head. For a seconde the older one though he saw his friend blushing. He shaked his head in embarassment.

"Yah! Just help me already!", Taehyung didn't let the broken part of him answer. Because with the words Jungkook, the boy he loved had just said, a part of his heart broke into a million of little peaces he would never be able to find and set together again. 

Finally Jungkook helped him and they put it back to the other devices, then they went back into sports hall and nooded at their teacher.
"Good bye!", they said simultaneously. 

Jungkook chuckled as they arrived in the locker room. "It's already 6pm. Puh! I'm so done", he said while taking his shirt off and using some deo. 
"I didn't even do anything and feel like I can't walk anymore. How can you still be able to stay on two legs", he sat down panting on the bench across from Jungkook and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt. He took off his shirt to and grabbed the hoodie he had taken with him as Jungkook gasped. 

"Holy shit, what's that!?" Taehyungs looked up and saw Jungkooks finger pointing at his wrist. 

"Fuck"; the 17-year old though. For a moment he froze. Suddedly Jungkook tryied to take Tae's hand but the boy winced in shock and went a step back from the raven-haired. 

"That's selfharm", Jungkook whispered. He looked at his friend with big teddyeyes. The brown haired one couldn't give him an answer. He was in shock. Angry of himself, that he was so dumb and just forget about the fresh wounds. 

"Why did you do that? Damn Taehyung why?"

"I- I just"

"Tell me! Damn Tell me!"

"So you wanna know? You really wanna know, why I made my wrist bleed?"

"Of course I do" Jungkooks eyes went warmer. He looked at Taehyung as he was a little homeless puppy. Oh what sarcasm. Wasn't that What Tae was?

"I did it because It helps me ignoring the real wound", he whispered finally, biting his underlip in shame of himself. 

"What do you mean with that?"

"My heart.  Jungkook, my heart is bleeding so much."