Yoongi: 15 June Year 22

I became unaware of everything except for the music pounding on the inside of my head. How much I drank, where I was, what I was in the middle of doing. I didn’t want to know, and it wasn’t important. It was night when I stumbled outside. I was just swept away. I sloppily bumped into passersby, stands, and walls. It didn’t matter. I just wanted to forget it all. 

 

Jimin’s voice was still clear. “Yoongi. It’s Jungkook.” The next thing I remember I was frantically climbing the hospital stairs. The hospital hallway was strangely long and dark. People in hospital gowns passed by. My heart pounded. Everyone’s face was so pale. They had no expression. They were like dead people. My breath shook heavily inside my head. 

 

Beyond the slightly opened hospital door laid Jungkook. Involuntarily, my head quickly turned. I couldn’t look. That moment the sound of a piano, a blaze, and the sound of a building collapsing suddenly reached my ears. I dropped to the floor, covering my head. "It’s because of you. If only you weren’t there..." It was my mom’s voice, no, my voice, no, someone’s voice. I was tormented by those words countless times. I wanted to believe they weren’t true. But Jungkook was laying there. Jungkook was laying in the hallway of people that were coming and going with dead faces. I absolutely couldn’t go in. I couldn’t confirm it. I got up and stumbled. I cried as I turned around and exited. It was laughable. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried. 

 

Someone grabbed my arm as I tried to cross the street, and I turned around. Who is it? No, it didn’t matter. The same goes for everyone. Don’t come near me. Leave. Please just leave me alone. I don’t want to hurt you either. I don’t want to get hurt. So, stay away from me.

 

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