HYYH The Notes Chronologically

Yoongi, 2 May, Year 22

The sheet was immediately engulfed in flames. The pile of objects lost their identities among the intense heat. I couldn't smell the rotting mold nor feel the overbearing humidity nor see the dark light. The only thing left was pain - the pain of the flames, the pain of my fingers blistering. It was only among the fire that my father's emotionless expression and the sound of music relented.

I was very different from my father. He didn't understand me, and I didn't understand him. Could I have changed his mind if I tried? Probably not. All I could do for him was run and hide and defy. It occasionally occurred to me that it wasn't my father that I was escaping. But if it wasn't him, what was it? Fear settled in for a moment. What was I running from? What ends did I have to go to to be free? It all felt impossible.

It felt like I could hear someone calling, but I didn't look away from the dancing flames. I couldn't breathe. I don't know if it was the smoke or the pain. I didn't have the power to move anymore. Despite this, I knew it was Jungkook's voice that was calling. He must've been upset and angry. Maybe he'd feel bad for me. I just wanted to disappear. I wanted the smoke and heat, just everything, to end. Jungkook shouted something again, but I couldn't hear it. My gaze fell. When I looked up again, I saw the sight of a dirty room in a dirtier world. During what I thought would be my last moments, I saw red flames, endless smoke, and Jungkook's panicked face.