December 11th (Early Morning)
The flames drew closer and closer to you. Your body temperature rapidly increased and sent you a signal to back away; you ignored it. You heard nothing, nothing at all. It was dead silent.
'I'm sorry mom and dad. I'm sorry Jer. I'm sorry. I know your dying wish was that I live a long and happy life no matter what happened in our family. I just can't take this constant pain anymore.
Your POV
I felt the burning sensation on my flesh; instantly causing red marks to form. My bag lay at the door; hoping if I did die, they would pass on the photos to Jeremy. The silence was gone once I heard a small voice behind me.
I did not turn around. I didn't want to. I neared the table where the flames were strongest. The voice kept ringing through my ears. "Y/n! Y/n! What are you doing? Stop! I-I'll get you out of there!"
I still paid no attention to it. My eyes were locked on the flames. I felt no pain, though I could feel the burning of my skin, nothing hurt. Was I already dead? Surely I couldn't be dead yet.
I felt a tight grasp on my arm, pulling me away from the table full of flames. No. I didn't resist the force, but I wanted to. I was too weak. I felt as if I was being dragged, but was soon halted to my feet and picked up bridal style.
Was it a firefighter? A fellow classmate? An angel?! I couldn't tell. The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't make it out. "It will be alright y/n. You'll be okay. Everything will be fine. I'm here."
I know it. I know who it is. The voice. I know him. "Yoo-Yoosung?" I managed to let slip out of my mouth. I opened my mouth to say more, but my scratchy throat told me stop due to the burning sensation.
"Shh y/n don't speak. I'll get you out of here and you'll be just fine." I knew it was him. Suddenly, all the pain I hadn't felt, came flooding back. I gripped onto my arm and tried to hold in my screams.
It burned so much. It felt like actual hell. 'Well no shit y/n. You just walked into a fire.' "Y-y/n? Please hold on. We'll be out soon. J-just think happy thoughts," Yoosung started to blabber.
I couldn't. My mind drew a blank. The pain was so excruciating and I couldn't focus on anything but the pain. I could feel the constant heat go down as we gradually made our way to the exit.
The pain completely took over my thoughts. It was way too much for me. Why did he have to save me? I didn't want to be saved. I just wanted to see my parents again. That's all I ever wanted.
The cold air hit my skin and sent a strange feeling throughout my whole body. I couldn't describe it. "We made it out y/n. You're alright. You'll be fine. I promise," Yoosung whispered his beliefs.
I don't want this. I don't want to be alive. I don't want to live in this cruel world anymore. I hate this life I have. I want to see my parents. I want to see my parents. I want to see my parents.
A/N
I'm so happy in real life, but I enjoy writing sad chapters? LOL
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overjoyed - yoosung kim x reader
Fanficy/n and yoosung have been drawn together since day one. with many distractions, interruptions, and obstacles, they do their best to maintain their relationship. they try, but do they succeed?
