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"Jieun.... help me..." his voice was broken and lost. My eyes soften and my heart sank... "How... did you get this?" My voice shook as I grabbed his wrist and in his hand was a blade. I took the blade covered in blood out of his hold gently. I placed it on the table and held his bleeding wrist. His tired eyes never leaving mine as I was still stunned at what he had done. "Jungkook...." my voice cracked. I quickly cleaned his deep cut and wrapped it. I cleaned up the mess on the floor and sat next to him. My heart clenched as he reached over to my hand with his. He grabbed my right hand with both of his. He started to fiddle with my fingers. "Jieun.... I don't think I can take much of this..." he says as if he was in pain. His voice was shaking as he pushed out air to speak. My shaking hand went to his cheek and I caressed it gently. "Tell me... what can't you take jungkook? Tell me and I will help you..." I said staring into his tired/watery eyes. "This.... a life like this...."
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