butterflies.

ARSENIC.

砒素 / PART SIX

the water runs hot behind him in the shower, steam billowing in the air. yoongi sucks down the moisture and feels it swirl, clinging to his throat. everything is sticky and hot and it's hard to breathe. the marker in his hand slides and the butterfly he is drawing on his right bicep slips, a long black line streaking down sweaty skin.

he stares at it and it looks so much like one of his scars scabbed over that he swallows involuntarily.

the spit slides down his throat heavy as lead.

jimin had taken away his razor after the first time he had caught yoongi cutting, only giving it back to him when he needed to shave, which honestly wasn't often, and even then, only when he was around to watch yoongi shave.

but jimin can't confiscate the other razors and yoongi knows that out of everyone in the dorm taehyung and seokjin have the sharpest blades.

he licks his lips as he imagines the first slice.

the marker falls to the floor and somehow yoongi is already on his knees, a blade in his hand.

he can barely see himself in the mirror, so fogged up as it is. but he likes it that way. not having to see himself. the disappointment in his eyes. the sag at the corners of his mouth. the block in his mind that refuses to let the beats out. ehe legs that give way when he needs them the most.

blood, butterflies, blades. let it all fly away.

sorry! the! chapters! are! so! short!