Suicide preventing hotline number 1-800-273-8255       Insecure, a feeling where you can’t help but feeling weak and giving in to everything bad that been thrown to you. Your look, your style, your singing and your popularity. Each one of those are important and yet you can help to feel insecure when you are the centre of the hatred. 

Many think your life is perfect, and on the surface, you suppose it is. You’re well liked, you’re in a happy relationship, you get good grades, you have a bright future ahead of yourself. You also have a lot of secrets, and a past that haunts your every waking moment, once the curtain falls. There’s a new kid, Jongin. He’s a loner, seemingly by choice. He goes unnoticed a lot, which surprises you, seeing as you keep noticing him. You have no idea that inviting him to a party is

“I like it like this..” He whispers, body shaking from the ice cold water enveloping him like a wave, crashing hard and cracking his bones with every ripple from breathing. “Didn’t you know, Hyung? The skinnier you are the more water can fit?”    His small tired eyes flutter to my own and out of everything I’ve been through in life, everything I’ve ever seen, anything I’ve ever heard, nothing prepared me for the heart break that I felt in this very moment.

Hoseok often claimed he didn’t know how it started, letting anyone who knew about it assume he was simply a sugar addict. Maybe he was addicted, just as addicted as the ill-tempered boy smoking his lungs black outside their motel room—Hoseok would never admit that, though. He wasn’t destructive like Yoongi, fire and smoke loving Yoongi. He just likes his chocolate, that’s all.

He hated her, because she was available to hate. He hated her, because she wouldn’t go away. He hated her, because she was strong enough to handle him. He hated her, because she became his every thought, was behind his every action, and stole the last bit of love he still held within his dying heart.

All Jimin wanted was a bit of time for himself. He didn't know that having the peace and quiet he so desired would end up in a catastrophic disaster. 

Jungkook has always envied the other members. Yoongi's slimness, Hoseok's precious smile, Jimin's abs...  He was the opposite. He was fat, ugly, needy, annoying, and he couldn't understand why he was even allowed to be a band member. Can the other members help him? [Massive Angst and trigger warnings]

    My reason for living is gone and the count down has already started.