The Most Beautiful Moment in Life (BTS short story - HYYH)

Part 2: Infires

"Min Yoongi is already dead, I killed him."

Ever since Min Yoongi was young, he had had a bit of an obsession with fire. As a little kid, he would never blow out the candles on his birthday cakes. Instead, he would stare at the flames in awe and admiration, sometimes even try to touch them. His parents thought, correctly, that he was slightly insane, but they decided against taking their only son to be seen.

"We want our first child to have a normal childhood, not be locked up." They said.

They failed at their goal. At the age of just 14, Min Yoongi burnt down the chemistry lab of his school. He claimed it was an accident, but every single person there agreed that he was, in fact, extremely dangerous and insane.

They locked him in the Seoul Mental Hospital for four years. Four whole years he had to sit and do nothing. But in those four years, he formed an extremely valuable friendship. Kim Seokjin became the best, and only friend he had for those four years of, in his words, torture. Granted, the feelings weren't exactly mutual, as the other had already had a best friend, but Min Yoongi chose to believe so.

So when Seokjin passed, a part of Yoongi left with him. All his self control, and partly his will to live, were just gone. So when he went slightly more insane than he already was, no one was surprised.

The friendships he had worked so hard to forge, he destroyed with a single action. He isolated himself, stuck to what he thought he knew would never hurt him, what he knew best, fire.

The pale man with the strange, but still good looking, pomegranate coloured hair entered his room in the dorm room that the six friends shared. There wasn't much, him and his former roommate found it much easier to keep tidy if they only had the bare minimum. One bed that the two would share, but now only belonged to one, a large lamp due to the lack of overhead lighting, a wardrobe they would share, and a small bedside table where they would leave books for studying, and now an excessive amount of lighters that would have been confiscated immediately if Seokjin had ever seen them.

Min Yoongi, or Suga as he was called among his friends for no apparent reason, collapsed on the bed, numb inside. He didn't want to believe Jin was gone. He'll be back tomorrow, that's what he thought for a whole week. And on that final day, he snapped. Attacking a friend, a brother, he never thought he would stoop that low. But he did. Jeon Jungkook came out of the argument with bruises littered over his body, and glass shards stuck in his skin at random angles. And Suga couldn't brush off the guilt that he felt.

I was drunk, he tried to convince himself, but then realised he hadn't had any alcohol for about three days, and decided that it was due time to drink again. He stood up from his bed, checked his appearance in the mirror that hung on the door, because even though he felt terrible inside, he had a reputation to uphold and wouldn't go out not looking his best.

He briskly walked out the door, into the cold air of November, and started on his journey to the nearest convenience store. A few bottles of soju would be all he needed to get him through the night.

But as he walked, he saw something that would make him even more satisfied.

He wasted 59'000 won on this. And if this didn't make him feel better, then he didn't know what would.

As he silently crept into the house, he scanned the room. Empty. He could just imagine what everyone was doing. Jimin would be studying for the big exam he had been worrying about for months, Taehyung, he was on his way to visit his older sister. Namjoon was working one of his two jobs, and Hoseok was probably asleep. Jungkook had stormed out of the house earlier, and Seokjin wou-

"Right. He's gone." He thinks, and sets the large canister that he had bought on the floor. Unscrewing the top, thoughts of emptiness raced through his head. He slowly lifted the heavy canister, steadying it in his arms as to prevent it from falling and crushing him, and slowly poured the liquid out in a semicircle surrounding the bed.

Shaking, he picked up one of his many lighters, and started flicking it with his thumb. Nothing, nothing, and finally a small piece of hope quickly flickered in front of his eyes. He threw the Zippo on to the soaked floor, and the glow traveled outwards, engulfing the room in warm amber light.

He closed his eyes for a second, just to enjoy the sensation he was feeling, but something wasn't quite right. The calming effect wasn't there. And for the first time in his life, he was scared of the monstrous beast in front of him. He stood near the edge of the bed, as far away from the monster he had created as he could, and just stared off into space.

And suddenly, a loud, intense, choked sob rang through the room. It was an unfamiliar sound, one that he hadn't heard for over 7 years, not to that intensity at least. And then another. And two more, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop crying.

The door creaked open as the beast crept ever closer, leaving black marks on the once beige carpet, and Jung Hoseok ran in, panting, phone by his ear and ringing.

Min Yoongi couldn't hear anything. Everything was drowned out by the sight of his best friend getting ready to devour him whole. And then nothing. Just black. He couldn't feel. Couldn't hear. Couldn't see. Just nothing.

The next day, or what he assumed was the next day, he woke up in an unfamiliar white room, mask over his mouth and nose, and an IV pumping nutrients through his blood stream.

"Yoongi? Are you alright?" A familiar voice asked, but he couldn't quite place it to a person. "I'm really sorry."

"I'm alright." He tried to say, as he took off the oxygen mask and sat up, but all that would come out was a fight of coughs. He repeated himself, now with sound. "I'm alright."

"Good to know that." The now recognizable man Park Jimin smiled. But it wasn't the same, warm smile that Yoongi had known and taken comfort in for years now. It was... broken.

"I think the better question to ask is: How are you, Park Jimin?"