Young Forever

Blooms

       (Chapter 8 for this is pretty much the same as Chapter 12 for You Need To Survive, except for a couple major changes)

        He looked away from the window.
        He just watched someone die.
        Worse, he watched his best friend die.
        No, he was more than his best friend.
        Suga walked backwards and stumbled on the bed. He laid down on it and thought about what just happened.
        Jungkook was dead.
        Jungkook was dead.
        Suga felt the pain in his heart. It was like his heart was on fire.
        Fire...
        He took out the lighter from the drawer on the bedside table. He felt the tears in his eyes and hastily wiped them away.
        He lit the lighter. Either he could join.
        He flicked off the lighter. Or he could stay.
        On, off. On, off.
        Join, stay. Death, life.
        He heard sirens and looked back out the window. The Paramedics were here. It wouldn't help. Jungkook was already dead.
        Jungkook...
        Jungkook killed Jin. And now he was dead.
        Because of Suga.
        He flicked the lighter on.
        He flicked it off.
        He got up, left the room, went down to where his black car was, and hauled the three containers up to his room.
        He opened one and poured it on the bed.
        He sat down again, igoring the oil, and flicked on the lighter again.
        He knew that if he stayed, and if they ever met up–the last five–then they would think he was innocent.
        He wasn't innocent...
        Jungkook was dead because of Suga.
        Because of him.
        Because of him.
        Because...of...him...
        The dam of emotions burst, and Suga collapsed on the bed, sobbing hysterically. He screamed, picked up a chair, and faltered because he remembered what he said.
        He imagined Jungkook sitting there, looking at him with his drunken eyes. With his mind taken to hell because of what he did.
        "I will NOT listen to a murderer!!"
        That's what he said.
        That's what he said to his lover.
        And Suga knew then and there that he couldn't live here anymore.
        He didn't want to run away again while his old houses burned behind him.
        He wanted to burn with the house.
        Suga lit the lighter again, but this time, it stayed lit when he set it on the bed.