as you threw the lighter onto the gasoline lathered furniture, i watched you through sunset flames.
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he was raging. a wild fire burning at his insides and blistering skin, mind a blurry haze from the weed he had smoked an hour before. never had he wanted to scream loud and laugh hysterically at the same time, him drowning in a river of salty tears.
"i fucking hate you park jimin." he spat as he kicked his piano stool, ripping off his black tie. the black expensive material landed in the corner of the room, the thin layer of dust embracing it as yoongi carried on with his frustrated state.
"i hate how you made me feel. i never cried before you came along. i never loved sex that much before." the velvet seat of the actual piano stool was ripped from the black wood, him gripping the material tight with veiny hands.
"i hate how you were so beautiful. i never thought someone could be both pretty but so handsome at the same time." the devil inside of him wreaked havoc, eyes bloodshot and limbs acting out on their own from his anger.
"i hate that you were my baby boy. i never got so attached before. i never used pet names with anyone because that was a sign of attachment." the burnt–orange gasoline containers that were sat in the kitchen were brought down rickety stairs. liquid swished all over the pianos ebony wood, ivory keys lathered with the substance glimmering under artificial lights.
"i hate how you made me feel real. i never felt anything holy but fuck did you make me feel like a new man." his white lighter was brought out from his skinny jean pocket, putting the cigarette harshly between his cold paled lips as he set fire to his piano.
ambers and sunny yellows danced with perfect pigmentation, flames not quite hitting the high ceiling, but close enough to set off the fire alarm.
luckily for him, he turned the sprinklers off.
now he could sit on the dusty floor while watching his last remaining scrap of love burn to charred pieces.
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a/n yes,, i cried while writing this. and thanks for 1K views holy shit.
