TAEHYUNG'S POV

I woke up the next morning in Yoongi's bed, where I was last night. I looked around trying to find him, then realized that he must have already gone to his classes. My classes don't start until another hour.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, completely disgusted with myself. Everything about myself disgusted me. I picked up one side of my shirt, and grabbed the pocket knife out of the pair of jeans that still laid on the floor. I brought the blade up to my side when my phone rang.

"Fuck." I cursed as I put the knife on the sink and walked over to my bed. The phone indicated that 'Kookie' was calling. I rolled my eyes and answered.

"You couldn't have worse timing." I mumbled, hoping he didn't hear me.

"Hey, Tae. What are you doing?" Jungkook said as I heard a door opening on the other side of the phone.

"Getting ready for my classes. What else would I be doing?" I said, chuckling after so that he wouldn't get suspicious as to what I was about to do before he called.

"Ok, smartass. The real reason I called is because you have an appointment with your therapist at 3:00 this evening. And don't even say that you have classes because I already checked your schedule." He said into the phone.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" I half-asked, half-yelled.

"Tae, I know you haven't stopped harming yourself, and I know that you are depressed. And I also know that you need this help." Jungkook said.

"You don't fucking know anything, and I'm not going." I said, fuming.

"Tae, I'm your best friend. I have been here for you the past two years when nobody else was. I know you and I know this can help you if you just give it a chance."

"Don't you think that if I wanted help, then I would seek help? I'm not going."

"Please? For me?"

"I'm sorry, Kookie. But I'm not going."

"Fine, but just promise me one thing. Yeah?"

"Fine."

"Just don't do anything too stupid, and whatever you do, don't draw too much blood?"

"Ugh. Alright. I promise."

"Yay, thank you!" I heard him shout from the other side if the phone. I sighed and hung up, then went to go put the knife away.

AT 9:00 THAT NIGHT

I walked into my dorm and saw Yoongi on his bed, earbuds in, listening to music on his phone with his eyes closed.

I placed my bag down and walked into the bathroom to taek a shower. I got undressed, turned the water on. As I waited for the water to heat up, I took the knife out of my jeans pocket, and brought it up to my side. I swiftly sliced my skin with it. I brought ot lower and repeated the same action about five more times, as I watched the blood drip down my side. I stepped into the shower.

I put my head back and let the hot water take the hair away from my forehead; letting the water sting my fresh wounds, but I never made a sound.

I didn't hear the bathroom door open.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" I heard Yoongi yell as I hurried to cover my self better than the clear plastic shower curtain could. What kind of dorms have clear shower curtains anyway?

He ran out and closed the door behind him.

YOONGI'S POV

I walked into my dorm, set my bag down, then grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I laid down on my bed and listened to music. I laid there for about two hours listening to music and replaying yesterday in my head. When I snapped out of my thoughts, I wanted to go take a shower. I was taking my earbuds out as I walked to the bathroom. I opened the door not realizing Taehyung was back, and saw more of him than I intended to. I stood there for a few seconds before I realized what was happening.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry!" I said, frantically closing the door as he tried to cover himself. I then walked over to my bed and sat down, still shocked. I guess I didn't hear him come in.

My mind started to wander back to Taehyung though. His biceps; the water drops trailing down his chest and his abs; his thick ass; his beautiful thighs; his everything.

I was snapped out of his thoughts by Taehyung's deep voice. He was wearing grey sweatpants, no shirt, and his hair was still wet. I noticed plenty of scars on his his sides, but decided not to say anything about it. I also saw a few fresh cuts, and, again, decided to keep my mouth shut, but fuck, he was hot.

"Umm... are you ok?" Taehyung asked me.

"Yep, I'm fine." I probably answered way too quickly.

"Are you sure? Looks like you were thinking about someone pretty special." Taehyung said glancing down at my lap and then back up to my eyes.

I look down to see my bulge. I quickly stood up, grabbed my clothes, and then rushed to the bathroom.

"It's n-nothing. I'll just go... umm... take a sh-shower now." I said.

I got in the shower, and thought about straight sex, the only thing that can get rid of my erection besides touching myself. I knew that if I touched myself, I would end up moaning his name. I didn't want him to hear because he probably isn't even gay. Fuck.

Sure enough, after thinking about straight sex for a couple minutes, my erection was gone. I got out of the shower, and put on my boxers and a t-shirt, then walked out of the bathroom. Taehyung was laying on his stomach, watching a gay drama on his phone without headphones.

I walked over to my bed and laid down.

"Feel better?" Taehyung said, smirking, yet not taking his eyes off of his phone.

"Fuck off." I said, chuckling.

"Says the one who wouldn't let me go last night."

"Ugh. Shut up."

I scrolled through my contacts and clicked on the one that was added just a few hours ago.

"Hey, Yoongi." The man answered after a few rings.

"Hey."

"What did you want to talk about? Or did you just miss my lips already?" The man said, chuckling.

"It was one accidental kiss, it didn't mean anything. We were talking and someone bumped into me." I said, laughing a bit. I saw Taehyung looked at me then shift out the corner of my eye.

"Ouch, baby. That hurt." He faked being emotionally hurt. He started laughing and I laughed too.

"But, anyway, I'm bored." I said.

"Hm... what to do at 11:00 when we have classes tomorrow..." I heard him laugh again

"I will slap you." I said.

"Hoseok who are you talking to?" I heard on the other side of the phone.

"I'm talking to Yoongi if you must know." Hoseok responded.

"I gotta go. My roommate is being stupid." Hoseok said.

"Ok. See you tomorrow." I replied then hung up.

Taehyung never took his eyes off of me, instead, his eyes trailed down to my exposed thighs. When I glanced over at him, he pretended to be really interested in his drama. I decided to try to call my mom. I tapped on the contact that said 'Mom' and called her. It didn't even ring.

"The person you are trying to reach can't take your call no-" I hung up. I called back four more times only to get the same result.

"She really was serious." I sighed, a tear slipping down my cheek.

Taehyung turned off his phone and walked over to me.

"Is it your mom?" He asked, wiping the tear from my cheek. I nodded my head.

"I'm here if you need me." He said. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to lay down next to me as I cried into his bare chest. He ran his fingers through my hair as he tried to calm me down. I ended up crying myself to sleep, my head buried in his chest, just like last night.

A/N: So, this story is terrible. Anyway, I need mental help. Bye!!