𝙆𝙥𝙤𝙥 𝘽𝙭𝘽 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 [𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙]

ㅁZelo x Yonggukㅁ

MinSugaAugstxD
B.A.P
Zelo- Junhong
Warnings: Fire, Death, Suicide,

His hand lightly grazes the pocket of his jeans as he slips his fingers in, his hand gently lifting the small lighter.

His lips twitch slightly as he raises his thumb to rest against the pressure piece.

In one fluid motion he pulls down, a small yellow orange flame igniting from it.

He breathes out gently, the flame dancing beneath his breath as he lifts his free hand up, holding it limply over the flames.

The fire licks over the marred flesh, quickly burning away at the mass of scars accumulated there.

Pain course through his hand, spreading towards his wrist then curling around his hand in a familiar feeling of intense numbness.

Aware of the fact that he needs to pull away soon he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down hard before clenching his hand into a painful fist and entirely extinguishing the flame.

He shivers in pleasure as his clenched fist caused the burned part of his hand to crack and rip, blood running through the upraised cracks and dropping to the ground at his feet.

His lips curl upwards in a wide grin.

"Calm down Yongguk... don't get too excited."

He giggles quietly to himself, tossing the lighter to the side as he staggers forward, the immense pain causing his knees to buckle beneath him.

He laughs silently as he clutches his hand to his chest, the toes of his shoes scraping roughly against the pavement.

Fire...

The hairs on his arms raise up slightly as he hefts the large red jug of gasoline up onto his knee, resting for a split second before lifting it over his shoulders and allowing the thick coppery yellow colored liquid to flow down.

It drenches his clothes leaving him feeling sticky and thoroughly excited.

He breathes out, a slight shiver causing his legs to quake.

He reaches into the gasoline soaked back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a book of matches.

His gazes at the moist matches, a small pout gracing his lips as he pulls one away, striking it against the small strip.

His eyes light up when a small flame bursts onto the end of the stick, warming the tips of his fingers.

"Y-yongguk...?"

The boy freezes, his eyes trained on the flame as he slowly turns around.

A small gasp escapes the lips of the person in front of him, a sound he knew well.

"Go away Junhong."

The forgotten flame shifts in the small breeze, threatening to blow out but still burning strong, greedily eating at the wood, edging closer and closer towards Yongguk's fingers.

"W-what are you doing? Why are y-you all wet?"

"I told you to go. I don't want you here."

Junhong's eyes flick to something behind Yongguk before coming back to meet his eyes.

"Why do you have a g-gasoline can."

Closer...

Anger bubbles up inside of Yongguk's chest as he narrows his eyes.

"Why can't you listen!? Can't you see you're not wanted here!? I. Don't. Want. You. Here."

Closer...

Hurt marrs Junhong's features as he clutches his hand to his chest, his lower lip quivering slightly.

"Yon-"

A small whine escapes from Yongukk's lips as the flame finally reaches its target, surprise causing his hand to retract.

Time slows for Junhong as he watches the match tumble through the air, momentarily touching its fiery tip into the puddle of liquid surrounding the boy.

A sad smile etches it's way onto Yongukk's face as he wraps his arms around himself, the large parking lot filling with his dieing screams as he watches his lover attempt to put out the fire that had claimed his life as its property.