Fear | K.th [Editing]

One Last Stroke of Redamancy [68°]

"Alright, Yoongs." I saunter back over to the male, handing him one of the medium sized rocks out of the pile I had collectively gathered. "The only way to get rid of your past is if you destroy it." I smile toward him and he hesitantly nods. We turn toward the store front, getting one last look of it in this state.

Sanha and CL stand a few feet away, watching the both of us from a safe enough distance. I hear my brother quietly asking CL if this was a good idea. CL tells him not to worry, they'll pay for any damages.

I glance at Yoongi, listening to him take a deep breath as his hand shakily grabs the rock I had offered. I assure him whenever he's ready, taking a step back and wait for his next move.

This was the music store Yoongi had met Jimin in, always passing by it each day until one day he decided to finally go in. It was the first day and the last day he ever got to be inside. Now here he was standing in front of the store, black hair crossing his black eyes as he stares ahead at the memory of the two. He had mentioned a few minutes prior that it was a bit run down from the last time he's seen it (not knowing when that was), losing the concept of time while shut out from the outside world; doesn't want to know if he doesn't have to and he's perfectly fine by that, because 'with time comes memories and that's the last fucking thing I want to remember about.'

I ask him if he's nervous after about a good seven seconds of him standing there with the rock and not making any move. He nods slowly, keeping his gaze on the store front; albeit it be anxiousness of destroying something he doesn't own and being prosecuted for it or anxiousness of word getting out of the fact that this store holds a big piece of Yoongi in it that he's still hesitant of letting go of.

"I wanna do it," He whispers, telling himself more than me; breath coming out in a small fog in front of him. He pulls his jacket up more onto his shoulder. He clutches the rock between his slender fingers and brings his arm back. He dashes forward, foot going in front of him one by one and then he lunges his arm forward. I watch as the glass shatters where the rock hits; the door falling onto the floor to creat more shambles of glass.

I grin at him, proud that he finally broke out of his rusted restraints locked onto him by Jimin. I whistle and throw him another stone. He catches it with a wild smile, meeting my gaze before turning back around to throw the other rock into the big wide window that displayed instruments. Another loud crash and then the glittery sound of the shattered glass falling onto the ground.

I call for CL and she ambles toward me, pulling out two canisters of spray paint. I grab them from her after dropping the three rocks I had left and then turning back to Yoongi. He raises a questioning look.

"Give them something to remember," I hand him the spray paint and he slowly reaches for it, examining the bottle. He struts over to the store front while shaking the spray bottle. He lifts his arm up and begins to journey half of his experience.

"I'm surprised you're letting him do this." CL murmurs from beside me. I keep my eyes on Yoongi and let out a small sigh.

"I know that they're locked up and nowhere near us. I feel a little at ease and want to give Yoongi that same feeling."

She hums in response, dropping the conversation as she goes back beside Sanha. Once I hear the sound of the spray bottle stop I draw my attention back onto Yoongi. He takes a few steps back to admire his words before turning around with a goofy grin. I couldn't help the smile that appears on my face. Finally. Finally he was happy; unbruised and battered and living how he wants to. I look up at the words he wrote, 'Long live what I'll believe in.'

"Where exactly are you planning to go now that we can?" I ask quietly as he comes up beside me, eyes still trained on the destroyed music shop.

"I feel like," He pauses, "if I were say it out loud; somehow they'll find me again. So, for now...I'll keep everything to myself."