5 Stages Of Grief // BTS FF

Stage 2: Anger

Why hello again!

It's your worldwide handsome narrator here back with our next story.

Our next story is a little confusing, so let me give you some background about this person before we get started.

His name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.

I met him a year before I met taehyung.

Yoongi was everything I wasn't.

He was a delinquent going on the wrong path.

He was without a doubt the school's bad boy.

He wasn't a bully or anything, just liked to pick his fights with the cities gangs and drank way too much.

It was a complete mystery to me on how we became friends. Honestly, I don't even remember how we started talking to each other.

To anyone that didn't know us would look at us with such confusion.

I wore pink while he wore black.

I had a smile on my face while his was always a scowl.

We were complete opposites to one another. But much like the saying, opposites do attract.

We had changed each other.

I was more strong, able to stand up for myself. I wasn't so stuck up as I used to be.

Yoongi had stopped fighting and got clean from alcohol and drugs. It was hard for him but I was there to help him every step of the way.

But there was one thing I couldn't change, one thing I couldn't help with.

Yoongi was drawn to self-destruction, actually, he was drawn to destruction itself.

For him destroying things would be better than destroying himself.

Yet in the end, that's exactly what he did.

Yoongis real anger was towards himself. It was buried deep inside him, spreading like a disease.

A disease that would eventually get to him.

My death just made it come quicker.

Maybe he could've stopped himself, maybe he could've made a different decision.

Those are just the maybes.

Maybes aren't a guarantee. If they were Yoongi would still be alive.

Still, it doesn't change the outcome.

Fate is fate. Fire is fire.

The only thing they have in common is that you don't play with either of them.

Yoongi did the opposite like always.

He played with the fire and in the end, it was him who got burned.

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