If Dreams Could Tell

Rap Mon

I had just walked out from the room Suga was in after giving him what he wanted. Why did he need the gas cans anyways?

The walls must be as think as paper. I heard something hitting the ground, that almost sounded plastic like.

Suga probably wasn't strong enough to lift the gas cans. A minute later, the smell of smoke filled the air. This was all coming from...Suga's room?

The entrance was right in front of me, but instead of fleeing, I turned back to run.

I tried to convince myself that Suga accidentally got the room on fire. He couldn't be doing what I think he's doing...

Not him. Please. Without him, I couldn't take care of anything.

His room was on fire. Suga wasn't even doing anything. He was standing in the middle of the flames that was surrounding his bed with a lighter in hand. The gas can lay on the floor, empty.

Suga tried to kill himself. Just like the others. It was on purpose. No matter how much I tell myself it was an accident, it really wasn't.

"Suga Hyung! Get out of there! Please! You're gonna die!" I yelled, tears already forming.

He looked at me surprised. Just as I was about to jump in, a piece of ceiling blocked the door.

No. No way, "Suga!" I yelled again, but even caring if the flames slightly burnt me.

"Hurry up! What are you doing? There's clearly a fire right in front of you, run!" The man next door to Suga said.

I didn't move. I didn't want to. Suga was the last person I expected to do that. I always thought he was a tough guy that never showed his weak side. But I guess strong people do have weaknesses too.

I didn't want to leave. That was until a police officer pulled me out, "Hey kid, hurry and go home." He said.

I shrugged his arms away, and put my hand over my eyes preventing people to see me crying, and dialed Baekhee's number.

"Come to the motel, nearest to our house, now. It's Suga." The words were clogged up in my throat. I had the urge to yell out.

I heard a loud shuffling, and the line went dead.

I sighed. I didn't care if people could see my tears anymore. I scrunched up my face, and my shoulders shook.


Jimin's POV

I miss J-hope Hyung. I miss Jin Hyung. I miss V, and I miss our Jungkookie.

No matter how many times anyone would tell me to just get over it, I won't, and I can't.

Can't you see? My precious best friends are gone. I would like to see you suffer if you can't see my pain right now. I would like to see youe expression when your loved ones die. Cruel right? But that's just what's happening now to me, this is reality.

Rap Mon was the one who found me. They had all been welcoming to me. If he wasn't there to find me, I would have been long dead.

You have no idea. It's hard to see your best friends die, one by one, even if they are not blood related to your family.

But to me, Bangtan and Baekhee is my family.

I unfolded the piece of paper Baekhee showed me, 'I'm free' while I sat in the bathtub full of water.

V was in a family crisis, right before Jin died too. It must be the hardest for him.

I grabbed the lighter, and lit the paper on fire.

I want to be free too, just like him. I watched as the ashes flew up, dancing.

The paper climbed up my fingers. My emotions had not changed at all. The pain was the same, the worries were still there.

Nothing was going to change.

For a second, I wondered why I was in water. I feared water, most likely because my parents had drowned.

My phone vibrated with a text from Rap Mon, 'Suga Hyung...is gone.'

That's it. Why must life be like this. I closed my phone and set it down. I closed my eyes and slowly slid underneath the water, until my mouth was submerged.


Baekhee's POV

I admit, Suga was kinda mean, that doesn't mean I dislike him.

The motel was all burnt up when I arrived. People were crowding around.

I spotted Rap Mon, before I tapped his shoulder, I noticed they were shaking.

Was he...crying? I he never cried before. At least not in front of me. This was the first time.

I put my hand on his shoulder. "Is he really gone?" Another day with salty water running down my face. I didn't bother to wipe it away.

He nodded. The motel looked familiar in a way. I couldn't think hard enough. The scene looked like it happened before. It was like deja vù.

That wasn't really important to me right now. All I care about is Suga.

I sent a quick text to Jimin letting him know. He's been spending quite a lot of time in the bathtub.

Water. Isn't that what he feared? Jimin would sit in a tub full of water doing nothing. Kind of like me sitting around in Jin's room.

I turned my attention back to Rap Mon. He was crying more than I imagined.

"Stop crying, y-you'll make me cry too." I could barely finish my sentence before tears started to drip down.

We both cried out loud, oftenly yelling out loud, not even caring if anyone was looking at us.

I hiccuped and sniffed. I probably look like a hot mess now. Rap Mon was cussing at strangers, as they gave us weird looks. The police officers didn't even care.

We were both yelling out loud, and cursing at people non-stop tears blurring our vision.

This reminded me of the old times, but with just the two of us. No Jin, no V, no J-hope, no Suga, no Jungkook, and no Jimin.

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