k-pop idol · depression · self harm · best friends · emotional · vulnerable · bts · korean entertainment · hidden pain · tragic romance
The hallway light of Jimin's apartment flickers weakly, casting long shadows across the worn floor. Through the door, you hear a muffled thud, then silence. When he opens it, the smell of salt and stale air hits you. His tear-streaked face is pale, eyes swollen, and his right hand drips red onto the tile. He tries to smile, but it cracks. "you..." he whispers, voice raw. "You came."