TW// illness, implied character death.

Booze and buds were all Taehyung has ever known. Not that he grew up around that stuff but he taught himself those things. He taught himself to pick up the pack of cigarettes at age 16 and the bottle of booze at age 17. Some would call it unhealthy. That's because it was unhealthy. Taehyung only used these methods to cope with the mental battle going on inside.

His poor parents tried. It didn't matter in the end because Taehyung would only blow them off and leave the house. Taehyung had depression and he wanted to die. He simply didn't want to live anymore. Everyday was a painful battle of fighting his demons and for once he was ready to give up. He was ready to wave the white flag of surrender to stop the scratching and clawing of the voices who swirled and laughed with a dangerously low tone.

The voices that poked and pattered around his mind till he was begging and pleading for it to stop. The voices that wouldn't stop yelling obscene words that made him sick in his stomach till he vomited. He wanted it to all stop. Why couldn't he live a normal happy life? Why was every day a battle? So that's when he tried to commit suicide. Of course it had been multiple times with the first one ending up at the age of 13 when he was in middle school.

It failed and he ended up in a hospital as his parents cried over his bed and a blank look calmly took over. The second time was a couple months after the incident. He failed once more. His parents oh his poor poor parents. They sent him to therapy. At first therapy was helping. The voices..the icky voices weren't burning him from the inside out. He became clean from self harm and even made a friend named Jung Hoseok!

Good things of course never lasted. Hoseok ended up moving and his grandma ended up passing away in her sleep. His sweet sweet grandma who he was so attached too. The voices came back and the clawing and pleading arose once more. The tears wouldn't stop as he scratched and itched at his skin till it peeled and bled. At the age of 16 he tried another two times and was sent to a mental institution.

The white walls caused grief and anguish. He wanted to go home. He wanted his grandma. All he could do was cry and cry till finally he was let out. That's when he began picking up the cigarettes and booze. When he started smoking and drinking to cope with everything. He was slowly killing himself and that was okay because Kim Taehyung wanted to die.

But maybe it lead up to the moment where he met him. Jeon Jeongguk. When they first met Taehyung was 18 and Jeongguk was only 16. Taehyung was fascinated in the others beauty. Brown doe eyes that seemingly held the stars and lush pink lips that parted to show bunny teeth when he smiled. Jeongguk was simply ethereal to Taehyung. Something that brought light to his dark world. They met on the roof top of an apartment building. Taehyung had been living alone since he turned 18 and Jeongguk had been staying with his parents.

Jeongguk was the one who approached the older. Taehyung at first gruffed out in annoyance. Why was a stranger bothering him? Jeongguk had been wearing an off shoulder white summer dress with white flats and a hair band. Taehyung was a little puzzled that a boy was wearing girls clothes especially a summer dress at night. Jeongguk was the first to initiate the conversation.

"Isn't it lonely up here by yourself mister?"

Taehyung could only blink as he puffed out a cloud if smoke.

"I prefer it that way."

It was true. Taehyung preferred to be only rather than having tons of people around him. He was confused. Why was some stranger asking him this.

"Smoking is bad ya know..it's..it's gonna kill you"

the stranger said softly as Taehyung scoffed and rolled his eyes. Who was he to get in his business?

"Good. I want to die."

The stranger was taken aback. Why would someone want to die? A sound softly escaped his mouth. There was so much to live for. So much to do and see and..he was envious. This man smoking his life away had a perfectly healthy body and life. He wasn't going to die anytime soon. He had the chance to explore the world and the stranger? He could only
Explore the white walls of the hospital room.

" life is too short mister! You have so much to live for you know...you gotta live your best life and enjoy the moments while you still can!"

Taehyung became curious. Why does this stranger care so much? Why did he care what Taehyung does to his body. Pursing his lips together he scowled.

"Yeah? Well I hope my life becomes even shorter"

Honestly the stranger has never met someone so..pessimistic before. He was take aback. If only this person knew how lucky they would be to stay alive. That they weren't fighting some illness. The stranger had a stroke of determination course through him. He would teach Taehyung the importance of life.

"I'll show you why you should live!"

Taehyung lazily threw the cigarette off the roof and looked at Jeongguk the stranger.

"I'll show you why you shouldn't give up!"

The boy smiled as he got up and placed both hands on his hips. The smile soon faded into a grin.

"Everyone should give life a chance no matter what...you'll never know what's gonna happen"

Taehyung sighed shaking his head.

"Kid what's your name?"

"Jeon Jeongguk mister."