throw me in a box with the oxygen off, you gave me the key but locked every lock, when i can't breathe, i won't ask you to stop, when i can't breathe, don't call for a cop.
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su ff oc at ed
memories flooded the snowy fields in jimin's mind, scenes playing and replaying because demons love to see their victims break down.
it's nice jungkook, you'd like it very much.
they're really cool aren't they? don't you want any?
they make me happier, and boy do you need happiness in your life.
"i'm a fucking monster because i killed the soul of an innocent boy." jimin looked at his hyung with tearful orbs, wanting nothing but to jump from the roof with no goodbye.
"jimin, no! don't be fucking stupid!" yoongi grabbed the upper arms of the younger when said brunet tried to leap forwards from his sitting position. sobs tore their way up a raw throat, screams begging to let the mind die before the demons could torture with their whipping words any longer.
death and emptiness smoked from jimin, fresh tears burning like acid as they roll down clear cheeks, pain a large boil in the pit of his stomach. yoongi panicked, holding the boy close as he shuffled away from the edge with him in his lap.
jimin's hands tore at his arms, opening freshly scabbed cuts and fresher slices. crimson bloomed and flowed down lightly tanned skin onto yoongi's and jimin's clothes, red staining the white material of the elder's t–shirt and the blue of the others.
it felt like jimin was drowning, choking on his own pain as he spluttered out incoherent words and aching sobs.
"i need to die! i need to fucking kill myself before it's too late!" screeched jimin, arms flailing but yoongi's stronger grip pinned him down on the roof, making sure to avoid gripping any cuts.
it hurt. like hell.
seeing the boy he fell so hard for beg for his death hurt more than any lie, than any homophobic comment, than any actions caused by the devil himself.
and the worst part you ask?
why, yoongi had no clue as to what to do.
he was playing satan's games at this point with no hints for a win.
