Yoongi was with his friends, Bangtan they liked to call themselves. They were hanging out at a local cafe, living life as young adults who have just graduated from college.
Throughout the whole time, there was a few jokes from Jin and some teasing, nothing out of the ordinary.
Sometimes something would happen that would make even Yoongi smile. Everything was perfect.
Everyone was so happy.
The more Yoongi thinks about this the more frustrated he gets. Those times were over, as much as Yoongi wishes they weren't.
He knew they couldn't magically come back. He was growing less and less motivated, all he could do at this point is watch the debt pile up, he himself becoming hungrier, it all just seemed like time passed by him.
Like every hour was a minute. Every minute was a second. Sometimes he would realize what has happened after a few hours of doing absolutely nothing.
But there was no point, no point in trying to create relationships or try to move. Everything seemed to move slower every time he looked at the fire.
Yoongi smiles as he watches the fire dance around in the fireplace. In his eyes they were beautiful. Sometimes only existing for a few seconds but it still excited him.
After some time of watching the fire in his fireplace, he realizes how hungry he is. He was going to get up to move but then he thought to himself, does it really matter?
He tried to talk himself out of this and succeeded. He stood up on his shaky legs only just realizing how weak he actually is. He trips over his own feet, crashing into the wooden floorboards beneath him.
He felt a stinging pain in his head. Yoongi frowned and stood up, walking over to the bathroom to see what was going on.
He watches the small hole in his forehead, it was a graze but it was deep enough to cause blood to seep out.
He grabs some toilet paper and a big bandage to patch himself up. He then walks back to the kitchen and grabs an apple thinking it was enough.
Yoongi walks back to his living room and over to his fireplace. He throws in some wood or anything, that wasn't fireproof.
He took a broken chair from one incident and threw some of it in there.
His place was a mess. Everything was scattered everywhere, he just smiled to himself as he lit the fire once again, embracing its warmth and enjoying its dance as euphoria filled his heart.
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WORDS:428
EDITED (XX)
PUBLISHED: TWENTY-NINTH OF DECEMBER, TWO THOUSAND AND SEVENTEEN
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inspired by burning pile by mother mother
- alissa
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Paranormalin where a pyromaniac looks for meaning in his life made by alissa of 'thirstaegirls' (POSSIBLE SEQUEL)
