Song Recommendation: Wrong Crowd- Tom Odell

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It's been four days that Jungkook hasn't left his room. He wouldn't let anyone come in, let alone bring him any food.

Whenever they tried to bring him food, he would slam the bowls or plates against the wall and would end up crying against his pillow, completely losing his mind.

Throughout those days he has had memories after memories crash in his head all at once and it's all so messy and disoriented.

That's until the fourth day.

Today.

The waters are calm in his mind, and Jungkook is left with a spiral of guilt, anguish, and anger.

He has done so many horrible things, and so many horrible things has happened to him. No matter what he did in life, he would always get sucked into this spiral of pain and anger and blood.

It's a never ending cycle.

Even with Taehyung. Their relationship revolves around pain and blood, no matter how much the love each other, it always ends up n pain.

They always hurt each other.

Jungkook numbly trails his eyes to the bathroom from his bed, his mind now falling into an emptiness that he has craved to feel for the past few weeks.

Maybe I'm meant to live life in pain. Just like Taehyung, who's had so many messed up things happen to him.

Maybe..... Just maybe Harry was right.

With me gone.... Taehyung will be happy.

He won't be in pain because of me.

I caused him so much pain.

Not anymore.

His legs loosely moves from the bed and slowly approaches the bathroom. He flickers the light switch on and approaches the bathtub with emotionless eyes.

A hesitant hand moves to the faucet and turns it on, moving it so cold water would gush out. The familiar numbness only bubbles inside his chest as he watches the water fill the bathtub until it was full enough and he turns off the faucet.

Weakly Jungkook takes off his clothes until he only remains in his boxers, and his eyes betrayed him to look at the mirror.

His hair is much longer now, always concealing his eyes like a curtain. Speaking of his eyes, they aren't entirely the same as before. They don't hold that powerful glare or that strength that people would looked up to. They were weak, and vulnerable and....... Lifeless.

He is so..... Broken...

His weak doe eyes trails to the old burns on his chest and arms, not too visible because of the tattoos. However, the harsh burns on his wrists is noticeable, and it will always be there.

As a reminder to how weak he is.

No, not anymore.

A leader should never be this weak. For nothing. For no one or anything. He let Oasis, Yeosang, even Taehyung down.

They deserve someone better.

Taehyung and Yeosang deserve someone better.

That won't.... Lead them to pain.

So with that in mind, Jungkook slowly walks back to the bathtub, glaring at his reflection from the liquid surface reflecting up to him. Without second doubting it, he slowly gets inside. Although he's internally screaming to how cold the water is, he can't feel it.

Numb.

Everything feels numb.

Harry is right. If he's not in the picture, Taehyung won't be in pain.

Harry was doing Taehyung a favor.

How foolish to think I would be able to be with someone as perfect as him.

All I give is pain.

Jungkook eyes falls to the bolt on his finger, biting back a sob as he lets the spiral of memories whirl quickly in his head.

He'll be happy without me.

He'll find peace.

So Jungkook takes one last gasp of air, and slides down the tub until he's completely buried under water.

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