The Six Stages Of Grief {BTS fanfiction}

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Now only 4 of the boys remained. More fans had started to become concerned. BTS was sure to end, that's what most people thought. They had lost their visual and the two sunshines of the group, leaving only 4 members left.

Yoongi took every death the worst, he just made sure no one knew.

Yoongi had gotten his own apartment. It was cheap and small, but it was perfect for Yoongi. He spent as much time there as possible. He knew that his anger was building up with no outlet, the littlest thing would set him off.

One day, he was about to leave the dorm early in the morning like he did most of the time, but this time Jimin tried to keep him from leaving.

Yoongi had started to twist the handle to the front door; about to leave when he heard the younger's voice come from behind him.

"Hyung?" Jimin's quiet voice called from behind Yoongi. Yoongi stopped, sighed, and then slowly turned around to face Jimin.

"Yes?" Yoongi responded.

"Why can't you stay here today? You can leave tomorrow, but please? Just for today." Jimin asked. Desperation was clear in his voice and eyes. Yoongi knew that Jimin had taken Jin's death bad enough and with Hoseok and Taehyung killing themselves he had completely crumbled.

"Jimin, why don't you ask Jungkook or Namjoon?" Yoongi asked trying not to yell at the fragile boy.

"Namjoon never leaves his room. All he does is stare at the note that Jin left behind and with the notes Jungkook recovered he can barely spend a moment to rest let alone a moment to maintain a friendship. And Jungkook is too busy trying to keep up with everything else." Jimin said playing with his fingers.

Yoongi just sighed, "I'm sorry Jimin. I really am." Yoongi shook his head and then turned to leave.

"Why can't you stay? There is only four of us left and with you always gone it might as well be three! Why don't we give up on BTS, I doesn't matter anyway, right?" Jimin said, flailing his arms around to exaggerate his point.

This only reminded Yoongi of one of the things that had been on his mind for 2 weeks now. The fact that his dream was slipping through his fingers like water. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

"Jimin, just- I don't know! Read a book or something. Don't bother me!" Yoongi said and quickly left.

He took the van and left.

Once he got to the cheap, small, and dirty apartment he immediately went to the bed.

He didn't bother to put the covers over himself, he just laid there in a white T-shirt and light blue ripped jeans.

This is where he tried to manage his anger. He was angry at life and how unfair it was. His friends and his dream were dying and some were already dead.

The way he saw it, it was like his dream was ice and his friends, family, and supporters kept that ice cold so that it didn't melt, but once they left, the warmth in his hands started to melt the ice. The warmth of his hands symbolized his life and passion, but as the ice melted it froze his hands and caused them to even become numb and now the water that was left had started to slip through his fingers and soon enough his hands would hold no more water. That meant that his dream would be gone and his hands would be left numb.

He strongly believed that a life without passion was not worth living. He had to die with honor. He could not join the crowd of people that had worn out their name and then died, he wanted to die with people to remember his name, to remember the music that he made and the lyrics that he had poured his blood, sweat, and tears into.

Maybe he should join his friends that laid 6 feet under. To have his name engraved on the cold tombstone that laid in memory of him. Where a few words would be printed and then the years that he lived would follow after the few words that his family asked to be engraved onto the stone.

He shook his head and closed his eyes. He couldn't think like this. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

Screw it.

He jumped out and stomped to the living room. He went to the far corner of the room and grabbed the gallon of gasoline. Originally he had gotten it because he had run out of gas in the van and needed more and couldn't get to the gas station, but he had never used it for that.

He stomped back into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. He started quickly. He quickly unscrewed the cap and threw it to the side. He poured the gasoline everywhere. On the bed, walls, dressers, floor, everything.

The stench was strong and made it hard to breathe. Yoongi stood in front of the bed and face the wall. He lit a match. He had done it before to just watch the flame burn, but now the flame would be bigger and better. He threw the match behind himself and heard the bed light up. The heat immediately made itself known by burning the back of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi started to feel light headed. He swiftly turned his head to the side so that he could see the spreading fire out of his peripheral vision and then he fell to the floor.

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Jungkook was the one to get the phone call. Again.

He had run out of the house mumbling 'no' over and over again to himself. Jimin quickly followed after. Jimin asked what was going on but got no answer. Until they both stared up at the apartment building in flames.

"Yoongi!" Jimin yelled. He knew this is where he had been going.

Jimin's heart started to ache again, worse than it had ever ached before. He pushed through everybody and easily got into the hallway. He looked down to Yoongi's door. Two firemen were pulling him out. Tears filled Jimin's eyes.

"No." He whispered. He shook his head. Then ran to him. "Yoongi! Wake up! I swear if you don't-" Jimin was stopped by the firemen.

"We need to get him out of here. He doesn't have a pulse." They said pushing past Jimin. Jimin quickly followed.

They tried to save Yoongi, but he was gone. This time Jimin found the note.

'Overcome it.~J' Was written in neat letters on the small piece of paper. According to the doctors, Yoongi had died from the toxins in the gasoline and the smoke. He hadn't burned to death. Of course, his body was slightly burned, but he wasn't in ashes. They buried him right next to Taehyung.

Jimin hated himself for Yoongi's death. He should've tried harder to keep Yoongi there. He should have followed Yoongi, something! He should have done something! But he didn't. And now Yoongi's dead.

And then the sun set and the world moved on.