Taehyung's POV.
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Slow yet steady tears run down my cheeks. I bite my lips, hard, to control the tears, control myself. It's almost time, Jin hyung will soon be calling us for dinner. I cannot break down, especially not now. I wipe my face, trying desperately to stop crying. I can't do this. I need to get a grip of myself.
I stand up and walk to my attached washroom, I open the cabinet and I carefully take out my guilty pleasure. It is quite sleek, mesmerizing, the rich color of silver on it shines brightly, almost like the moon. I drag my finger across the sharp edge, a thin line of blood pools out, it is exhilarating. It is horrendously beautiful. I smile, almost like a grin dances it's way to my lips, I smile.
I open the faucet, the water starts pouring down heavily. Without wasting anymore time, I roll my sleeves up, I harshly make a cut. Blood starts dripping down. There's a consistent rhythm to it.
Drip
Drip
Drip
One cut turns to two, three, four, five and six, seven, I should stop now, eight, nine and

"Come down guys, dinner is ready, fast."

I force myself out of the magical magnificent trance, as I hear Jin hyung calling all of us for dinner. I quickly put my blade away, neatly. I wash my cuts, it takes a minute or two, the bleeding slows down.
I change myself into a black colored hoodie, I need to hide.

I finally fix my broken mask. I look at myself in the mirror, I smile. It looks genuine. I'm a good actor, not gonna brag about it, but it is what it is. Don't wanna beat my own drums, but I pretend well. Quite well. I'm good at it. Acting is my forte, maybe that is the reason why I can hide.

"Coming hyung"
I shout, loud enough for them to hear, as I pull the latch down and open my door, stepping out. To face myself, face them.