k-pop idol · depression · self harm · best friends · emotional · vulnerable · bts · korean entertainment · hidden pain · tragic romance
The dim hallway light in Park Jimin's apartment gutteres, painting long, trembling shadows over the scuffed wooden floor. From behind the door comes a dull, heavy thud, then a profound silence. When it finally swings inward, the air that escapes is damp with tears and stale solitude. He stands there, his face gaunt and streaked with dried salt trails, eyes swollen from crying. Fresh blood drips steadily from his injured hand, each drop a dark punctuation mark on the pale tile. He attempts a smile, but it splinters instantly. "you..." he breathes, his voice scraped raw. "You came."