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Nope pt 6

Yoongi sat on his bed, looking around his small apartment bedroom. It was dark out, and he could tell, his window being open. The night lights of the city burned bright, causing him to smile. He looked down at his hands, a lighter in his left one. He lit it, watching as the flame burn. He let it stay lit for a second, before watching it completely disappear. He looked around his room once more, seeing a lot of flammable things.

Yoongi's eye's widened before he dropped the lighter next to him, laying it next to him on his bed. Why am I thinking like this? Am I going insane? he thought, laying back on his bed. He looked at his ceiling, thinking deeply. Before he could properly think, he grabbed the lighter again, staring at it carefully. It was a red, a bic one. Yoongi shrugged before lighting up the flame again, watching it go up. It burned bright, pretty colors, which only reminded him of his old friends. Don't think like that, he thought, Jin would never want you to think of them.

Yoongi sat up quickly, an idea popping into his mind. Jin said to anyways be happy. This place has too many memories that are making you sad. Burn. It. Yoongi walked out to the kitchen in his apartment, finding a container of gasoline. He didn't even know why it was there, but all he knew was that he was using it. He walked back to his bedroom, pouring the gas all over his room, paying special attention to the stuff that brought back to many memories.

Once Yoongi knew everything was covered, and the container was empty, he stood in front of his bed, looking around. All of these memories, burned. He lit the lighter, dropping it quickly to the ground, surprised that the flame stayed and the stuff caught on fire. Yoongi smiled as the flame spread quickly. He felt proud of himself. He didn't bother to leave his room, maybe the fire department would be called in enough time to rescue him or he'd die in the fire. But he didn't care.

He felt a tear slide down his face, and he felt so stupid.

"I'm sorry, hyung."