He dug the blade into his flesh until a trickle of blood started running down his arm. It hurt, but he didn't care. The pain he already goes through hurts more than this. His love is always rejected. They call him fat and rank him 7th in looks, especially the maknae who he is in love with. He didn't care anymore. He was tired of being him. He let the blade go in a little deeper, a scream escaped his chapped lips. "It hurts." he whispered. He didn't think anyone was home so he let himself collapse on the ground crying with blood running down his arm, the blade to his side. The door suddenly burst opened.
"Hyung." It was Yijung, one of the reasons he is doing this to himself. Woobin looked up at him tears streaming down his face.
"Go away. Let me do this to myself."
"No hyung. I can't
