"Without you, BTS would be the same. All you do is add the group's visuals. Other than that, you're nothing more than a pain in the back for the others. Your voice is really annoying and your dancing is pathetic. Imagine BTS without you = same or maybe even better with less people to share earnings with. You know that right?!"

Tears cascaded down Jin's face as he read a letter from a 'fan' who gave it to him earlier on his way to their dorm. It wasn't his first time recieving one and at this particular message, he started to feel all the hate seep into him.

What if they're all true? Am I really no use to the others? Am I just blinded by my pride?.......

His hands were trembling as he forcefully wiped his tears away. He crumpled the piece of paper in his hands, releasing his guilt and frustration on the note. He began to ponder more and more, he tried his best to ignore the message but once he read it, he couldn't take it off his mind he couldn't help but think that it might actually be true.

Darn it! Why did I realize this just now?!

Jin always had confidence in his looks but never in his talent. Usually he just laughed it off or completely ignored it. It was something he's been hiding for a long time. And after he read the letter, all his insecurities took over his whole being.

I'm just a burden to the others....

Jin grabbed a picture frame and slammed it to the wall. Broken fragments of glass scattered and a large photo of the six boys he dearly loved fell, lying flat on the floor.

He picked a sharp piece of the fragile material and mercilessly began to tear the skin that covered his once beautiful long arms. He weeped in pain, but he felt that it's what supposed to be done. He had to feel pain, it's his penenance for being the weakest link in the group, for causing them hardships and troubles.

More and more tears bursted out his eyes as blood from the thin scars the shard left began to trickle down his skin. He felt vulnerable, worthless and weak all at once, and he hated that feeling. He trashed his things on the floor out of his self-dissapointment. . He wished he could be more, but he was stuck at being a pathetic visual who can't dance.

"Hyung! Jin! What's happening in there?" A voice outside the door exclaimed.

"Go away!"

"What are saying? Open the door."

He didn't answer.

"Hyung! Open the door, please, I want to help you."

You can't...

Jin crawled towards the corner of his room, ignoring the shard of broken glass that wounded his numb legs. It wasn't that he didn't want any help, he just felt that he couldn't cause anymore pain to the other, especially his boyfriend, Namjoon.

I'll just bleed to death in here, I don't need to cause any more pain...

Blood that dripped from his skin started to drip at a slower rate. He felt something in him that wanted to be hugged and live to see the bright future awaiting their group. He grabbed another shard and added another scar, he supressed himself from crying out loud. He didn't want to belive himself.

They'll be happier without me...

Namjoon, from outside Seokjin's room, began to take the door down with force. He kicked it again and again, disregarding the fact that he might wake the others up this late at night.

He kicked the door with more anticipation and anxiety as he hears Jin's weeps from the other side. All he wanted to do is to be by his boyfriend's side. He wanted to hug him and stop the pain that caused the visual to sob. The only thing that stood in his way was the concrete door that blocked Jin out of his view.

"What's wrong? What happened to Jin hyung?" Hoseok interrupted. Namjoon looked around to see everyone gathered around the visual's room. They all looked scared and concerned. Jimin was clinging onto Jungkook's shoulders, while Suga had an arm around V who seemed to be shaking from anxiety.

"Do any of you know where the keys to Jin's room are?" Namjoon asked as he panted heavily, tired from excerting so much effort on the door.

Jungkook ran to the kitchen immediately and came back with the keys. He gave them to the leader and Jimin instinctively grabbed the maknae's arm in fear of what he might see behind the tightly shut door.

It was hard for Namjoon to find the correct keys but once he did, he wasted no time to unlock the door. Eveyone was shocked and glued to their places as they took sight of the scene. Objects were scattered, there were blood traces everywhere and shards are all over the floor. Ignoringthe trashed room, Namjoon rushed in to Jin's aid.

Jin was at the corner, his eyes tightly shut. Namjoon saw a paper on the corner of the bed, it was crumpled and had blood stains all over. He checked it out and read through the letter. He suddenly had a thought of how it all came to this.

"You almost killed yourself because of this stupid letter?"

Jin's eyes shot open, he stood up, using all the strength he had left. "Leave me alone!". He scolded Namjoon away. But instead Namjoon embraced him tightly, he has been longing to have Jin in his arms again. Jin's heart pumped so fast, blood rushed through his body, the scars bled again.

Jin lost the will to fight, he fell down on his knees.

Namjoon knelt down to meet Jin in the eyes, "Before we debuted, we promised each other we won't be affected by anything like this" he whispered as he put his hands around the visual's face. He carefully wiped his tears.

"I'm useless. I'm a nobody in this group..." Jin muttered in a low tone.

"You're not, you're my everything."

"I'm too weak. I broke my-" he was cut off as Namjoon kissed him passionately. Jin felt warmth in his heart, eliminating the lingering feeling of unacceptance. He smiled into Namjoon's kiss. He felt wanted.

Jin broke the kiss and looked into Namjoon's smiling face.

"Oh my god! What happened here! Oh my god Jin hyung, oh my god!" Hoseok exlaimed when he entered the room, finally regaining the feeling back on his legs.

The younger ones followed him, and V rushed towards Jin and wrapped his arms around him. "Hyung, you scared me! I'd die without you!".

"Me too!" Jungkook exclaimed as he followed V in hugging the eledest. Jimin joined the hug and Jin found himself being warmly embraced by the boys. He thought he was a burden to them but by the amount of "I'll die without you"s he's heard from the boys, he felt appreciated. "You're not a burden to us, we need you." Yoongi added, which made Jin's heart flutter in happiness.

He was contented. He felt like he was someone important. They made him feel like a somebody, only they could do that. What was he thinking? He suddenly felt guilty for trying to take his own life. He felt selfish for not thinking about how the others would feel without him.

Namjoon told everyone to go back to sleep, leaving him and Jin alone.

"Didn't you lost too much blood? Do you feel dizzy? Should I take you to the hospital?" He asked.

"Nope, I'm fine, thanks to you."

"Oh, then you should wash all those blood off"

"What about my room?"

"I'll take care of it, in the meantime, you should sleep at my room."

Jin hummed in response. Before he could leave the room, Namjoon grabbed his arm and gave him a quick kiss.

"Don't ever do that again, or anything like it. Promise me"

"Okay. I promise and I won't break it this time"

"I love you so much"

"I love you too" 

Jin left the room. He felt the urge to look back again, he saw Namjoon, starting to clean the trashed room. He smiled to himself.

I'm so lucky to have you. I'll stay by your side forever. I'm so sorry for trying to leave you, I love you.

 Author's note: Did you like it? I think it's ok....but it lacked more angst- for some reason. I got the idea for this while I was scrolling at tumblr, suddenly a Jin hate post appeared, I got pissed. Woah. And btw I just realized that so far, all my bts fanfics are related to angst and namjin, I just love them♡! Anyways I've thought of a fluffy sequel to this that I'm thinking of writing in a separate piece, for those who doesn't want to read something angsty...: I So let me know what you think alright?

Oh yeah so this part of the note is all nothing really, just wanted to say: school just started so my parents have not taken my gadgets away:D but once they do, I could only be online on weekendsT.T. I am so sad cause there are a lot of stories I follow and stuff T.T, I also can't write some stories as well:(. I have a feeling that this long and boring life stuff is supposed to be a blog, but I don't care:P

Thank you for reading this crappy long author's note (if you did) and my story! It feels great for me as a rookie author for you all to read my stories^.^. Thanks again~