TAEHYUNG'S POV

Yoongi just left for his classes, and I craved pain. I needed something to distract me from my thoughts; the thoughts that haunted me; the thoughts that not even Jungkook, the person I trust the most, knows. I wanted to do something other than reopen the scars on my sides, something that I could make more distressing.

I walked to the bathroom, grabbed the knife that I hid, and sat in the tub after I pulled my sweatpants down to my knees. I placed the point of the knife on the skin of my upper, inner right thigh. I punctured my skin, then looked at the knife; the tip covered in a crimson liquid. I brought the knife to the top of my right knee, and swiftly sliced the length of my thigh. All I allowed to be released was a small grunt; nothing more. I repeated the same action with my left thigh.

I watched as the dark fluid covered my thighs, and puddled beneath them. I removed my sweatpants and boxers, making sure not to get too much blood on them. I turned on the shower, getting rid of the pools of blood in the tub, and letting the water invade my wounds. The slashes were deeper than the ones that I inflicted on my sides; the pain was worse, but still not as bad as I wanted it to be; yet I showed no indication of discomfort.

I took a shower, and got out. I put on skin-tight black skinny jeans and a t-shirt, knowing the denim would rub against my wounds, causing discomfort. I hid the knife once again, and fixed my hair, deciding to just go to my classes with disheveled, wet hair. I grabbed my bag, then walked out of my dorm. I walked to my classroom, being a little early, seeing as nobody was in the classroom. I sat down in one of the chairs, and just got lost in my thoughts.

I was brought back to reality when I felt a hand on my upper thigh, pain shooting through my body; yet, once again, I showed no indication of pain. I looked around, seeing a room full of students, but no professor. I looked to my right to see Jackson, smirking while talking to Mark, who was on his left and smirking also. I swatted his hand away.

"Not for you." I said, laughing a little. Mark and Jackson both started laughing.

"Aww, did little Taehyung finally get himself a boyfriend?" Jackson started pinching my cheeks. Mark just laughed and yanked my arm, causing me to stand in front of him.

"You both make a weird ass couple." I said.

"Just shut up and tell me what he looks like. What's his name? Is he cute? Have you kissed him? Who tops?" Mark blurted.

"First off, I can't answer any of those questions because you told me to shut up. Second off, stop being so nosy. Third off, 'who tops?' What the fuck kind of questions are you asking me?" I said, walking back to my seat. He grabbed my wrist, forcing me back towards him.

"Tell me..." Mark whined.

"Hm... Oh!" I said.

"What?" He semi-shouted.

"How about I don't tell you anything and I go back to my seat. Yeah? Ok." I said, laughing.

"Just tell us..." Jackson whined.

"Hm... how about no?" I said.

"Just leave him alone!" I heard a kid yell from across the room.

"Shut up, Eric!" Jackson shouted back.

The professor then walked in, and I finally got to sit down.

AFTER CLASSES

Classes were finally over and I walked back to my dorm. When I walked into my dorm, Yoongi wasn't in his bed, so I knocked in the bathroom door.

"Taehyung?" He called out.

"Yes?"

"Ok. Hang on, I'm about to get out of the shower."

"Ok." I sat on my bed, put my headphones in, and started finishing a drama that I started yesterday.

I paused my drama when I felt a weight on my lap, and some pain in my thighs. I took my headphones out and put my phone to the side. I looked at him, he was straddling my thighs. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that hung off of his left shoulder, exposing his collarbone and the cuts from yesterday.

"Hi, baby." was all I said before I leaned up to his him, resting one hand under his thigh, and the other one in his hip. He ran his slender fingers through my hair as he kissed back. He pulled away a several moments later.

"Let me go take a shower." I said. He pouted a little, but got off of me.

"I'll be quick." I said, kissing his cheek. I grabbed my clothes, then took my shower. I put on my boxers and sweatpants, then got out of the shower.

When I opened the bathroom door, I saw Yoongi sitting in his bed, breathing heavily. I ran over to him, and sat down by him.

"Anxiety attack?" I asked. He just nodded.

"It's gonna be ok." I said, rubbing his back.

"It's all going to be alright." I said.

After a few minutes, I was able to help him calm his breathing down, and his anxiety attack passed. We then laid in his bed, and he laid on me as we both drifted off to sleep.

A/N: I still don't know why y'all wanna continue wasting y'all's time reading this but here's another shitty chapter.

I should be sleeping, it's about 2:30. Oh well.