They Both Die In The End

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Yoongi's pov
1:41

We used to beast the roads on our bikes. Not caring about the lights. But now we look sideways before crossing

When the lights turn green we move slowly still looking both ways as if a car would suddenly appear and run us all 3.

We reach our destination and hop off our bikes leaving it in the rocky ground. The foster home is a jacked up duplex with some bricks missing from the walls. The paint faded a long time before I was even sent here. The windows were long gone and replaced with poorly placed iron bars not because we're criminals but because we wanted to protect the kids who we've already lost enough.

We march the house not caring about the uneven floortiles. There's a bulletin board that has papers about adoption and a paper that's about sex. There's the couch which we use to sleep on. There's a fireplace that doesn't work but still looks dope

Still feels like home to me.

Not for long I thought

We walk up to the stairs and unto the bedroom. The room was small and had a window that shows the front of the house. We sleep on the couch mostly because it's more comfortable than the bed. The three of us take turns on the bed and the couch but we make things work on the bed.

Not in that way you green minded being

I sit on the bed which was not fixed. The pillow was slightly ripped and the covers was dirty with dirt.

Taeyong leaned beside the closet. Doyoung sat on the floor with one leg propped up. Both of their faces covered with shadows but you could still see they're faces slightly

"Dude, Death Cast is so lucky that they can't predict the death of pandas" Doyoung said.

I groaned and shook my head because my best friend was talking about Panda rights while his best friend is dying

"What? It's true! You would be the most hated person if you called up the last panda on earth, it would be all over the news-" I cut him off

"Yeah yeah I get it" I'm not a panda so the world doesn't give a shit about me.

We sit in silence but Taeyong still leans on the closet.

"I got it!" Taeyong exclaimed. "we could lock you in here, think about it Yoongi! You could be the exception!"

He opened the closet

"And get killed by all your heavy ass clothes or get suffocated, no way" I reply

He closes it clicking his tongue in disappointment.

"I don't have much time guys" I shake a little. I try to hide it so they won't see me freaking out.

"You gonna be okay yourself?" Doyoung asks.

"I don't know"

They leave me in the room to give me time to think. I see the yellow blanket in the floor and pick it up and wrap it around my shoulders. It belonged to Momo. We started dating when she was still in Pluto.

We used to wrap it around our shoulders when we were watching movies or simply because we wanted to. Those were mad chill times.

I look at the at the pictures I had thumbtacked behind the bed:

The park where I always go to think; my sweaty white shirt hanging from my bikes handlebars, taken after my first marathon last summer; an abandoned stereo on some street playing a song I've never hear and never will; Taeyong with a bloody nose from that time we tried to do a handshake and it all went wrong after a dumb headbutt; two sneakers once size 11 and the other 8 from the at one time where I bought kicks without checking the size; a picture of me and Momo, my eyes uneven, I kept the picture because the streetlight had some kind of cool glow on her; footprints on the the mud from that one time I was chasing Momo; 2 shadows sitting on the bench which Doyoung wanted no part of but I took it anyway; and tons of more I have to leave for the boys once I go.

Walking out of the room

I really don't want to go

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738 words. Not my best but it's alright

Sorry for not updating frequently, I know now how it feels like to be pressured in updating :')

-yerirey