Chapter Ten
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CHAPTER TEN
Burn
[3:02 AM]
Yoongi lied on the dirty motel bed.
The sheets reeked of cigarettes, s*x, and crushed dreams which is what Yoongi was made up of. He held a picture of all seven of them before he sat up, pulled the lighter from his pocket and flicked it, burning the photo to bits, dropping it as soon as it reduced to ashes.
He didn't need them. He didn't want them.
He needed Jin – his saviour.
Yoongi trusts him with all what was left over of his heart. He lets out a deep sigh, playing with the lighter like before, something to keep his hand busy. He looks out the dirty window, then eyes the lighter. He looks at the open suitcase and the tattered clothes within it.
Yoongi stares at the cracks within the wall, then the oil lamp that sat next to his bed. He should not be here.
Without a thought, Yoongi locks his door, still playing with the lighter and stares at the gallon of gasoline he brought.
"This is what I want," He whispered, inching over to the chair and grabbing the gasoline. He stares at it for a minute, a tear rolling down his cheek as he begins to pour it all over his room, staining the bed sheets, the floor, drenching the curtains, and he damn near wanted to pour some on himself.
Yoongi stares at his work and he sniffs.
He flicked the lighter.
Yoongi shut his eyes and reopened them before throwing the lighter, "burn."
Everything catches fire as quick as a rocket and before he knows it, Yoongi is burning to death, trapped within his own personal hell.
Himself.
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