it didn't take much for yoongi to make the decision to kill himself.

it'd been a thought that came back every night; stabbed him in the gut and squeezed against his temple whenever it came. it wasn't sudden. he knew this was coming someday.

and now, yoongi was sitting at his desk crying, writing for the last time.

he scrawled messy words onto crumpled paper, letting his tears soak the ink, and he just watched it bleed through.

three little blotchy suicide letters with tears and the constant, lingering smell of yoongi and his cigarettes.

one for jungkook, one for hoseok, and one more for park jimin.

i'm sorry.

i love you.

i'm sorry.

repetitive phrases on three different sheets of paper because there really wasn't much to say in a suicide note.

i couldn't take it anymore.

he folded up the letters and threw them across his bed to ensure that someone would find them someday.

he took his notebook and favorite, black pen, and his pack of marlboro before bolting out the door.

when he reached the rooftop, it was cold; cold enough to surprise him a bit. he made his way to the edge, and looked down.

such a long drop.

he pulled out a cigarette, smoked it through, and held it out over the wall.

his thin fingers held it weakly, and when he let go, he watched it fall; never saw it hit the ground because it was too far of a drop.

he let out a quick breath that he would call laughter, and stepped up onto the ledge.

lights flashed below his feet.

and two words went through his head before he took one foot off the ledge, letting it hang over the city, small and limp.

i'm sorry.