suicide hotline | bts

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'excuse me'

'hmm?'

'would you like to order?'

'oh sorry yes please'

'one triple scoop chocolate ice cream to go'

'one triple scoop chocolate ice cream!' he yells to the employee at the ice cream parlor.

'here you go miss'

i handed him the money. 'thank you'

well one last spot to visit.

[his pov]

we rushed back to the building got scolded. and got grounded. i'm an adult. who just got grounded. might as well work on some tracks.

'okay' i said while stretching.

'what should i do?' playing with the keys on the board.

'i wonder what shes doing?'

'no i should work on the tracks?'

'did she eat ye- NO'

'i'm getting distracted'

i tried to focus but i can't no matter what i did, every thing i did reminded me of her.

screw it i'm meeting her.

now that i think of it she hasn't been to my house yet i been to her's.

[fast forward]

i knocked on her door. no answer. i called out her name. still nothing.

i turned the door knob. it opens

'aish is she asking someone to rob her?'

i went in to find keys.

'hmmm? whats this?'

a note was on the table. it reads

'hey if your reading this... you're probably the police. don't worry i'll make the job easier for you if you don't already know i'm Kim Hwayong. 23 years old. college senior. mother and father, deceased. my mom died due to an illness. my father went crazy after she died, he forgets everything excepts her, his death due to suicide which i witness first handed at the rooftop of this building. well as for me, time of death June 2 2018. lastly, cause of death,suicide by drowning'

my heart fell. she..felt this all the time. NO i won't allow this. Its unfair

[end of pov]