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POV: Yoongi
I went downstairs, trying to forget about the past. I actually looked in front of the fridge to see if there was actually a note on it- and to my surprise, there was. And it wasn't just a short post-it note, it was a long letter, written neatly.

Yoongi,
I love you. Don't forget that. When I'm gone, I don't want you to be alone. I don't want you to mourn my death, or be scarred by what I did. I want you to forget about me when I'm gone, or just bring any happy memories of us with you as you go through your life.

Meet new people, Yoongi, don't be antisocial. You know that you can't spend the rest of your life cocooned in your bedroom, making yourself feel down. Now, you're probably thinking that I'm a hypocrite, but you can't follow my footsteps. I won't let you do that, Yoongi. You will not screw up, like I did.

Attached to this letter should be a plane ticket to Seoul, from Daegu, where there is a boarding school/summer camp that I had enrolled you in. As it's summer vacation, you will start off at the camp for six weeks, meeting new people, and starting afresh.

Leave me behind you. Leave your whole past behind you. Close that front door for the last time, and leave this place. By August 2nd, you will have never stepped foot in this place ever again, okay?

You will be happy where you will go- just forget about me.

Love,
Appa

My vision was blurred by the amount of tears forming in my eyes, as they rolled off of my cheeks and fell onto the letter. I took the paper clip off of the plane ticket, examining it closely.

It's scheduled for tonight.

I rushed back into my room, packing a few set of clothes, some other things, and some food.

"Is that all I need?" I asked myself.

"That's all you can take," I could hear a voice in the back of my head speaking to me.

I took a cold shower, looking at my arms. They're so pale, except they're covered in red scars. No matter how close I get to people when I move to Seoul, my arms will be hidden.

They cannot be seen by anyone.

That was the one promise I made to myself.

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