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the white flames surged into the middle of the night sky and exploded into millions of sparkling, blazing petals with a big popping sound

if I hadn’t been there, would Hyung still be playing the piano here?

the events that had occurred at the Grass Flower Arboretum came back to me. it was something I thought I'd overcome.but it was not so. I had to run away. I had to cleanse myself. I had to hide.the person in the mirror would always be the 8 year old child who ran through the rain.

I was about to tap his shoulder but stopped. what had happened to him? I became afraid

Each of us cried out a story that would never reach any destination.

if the seven of us could really become one, Hoseok would be our guardian, always taking care of us

with Mother's question I screamed at her telling her how I would know. Namjoon. Namjoon. Namjoon. I was sick of it.

when I met the guys again, they all seemed changed. the only one still in school uniform was me. they must've thought of me as a kid still. so when I was around them, I just listened. which I was fine with and irritated by at the same time. I felt out of place and happy too.

would Yoongi remain safe and sound while the bird was staying here?

the only words I could spit out as I ran into the blaze was 'we said we’d all go to the sea together.'

he'd already heard about Jungkook's accident from Jimin. but he didn't come to the hospital.

what I was supposed to think, what I was supposed to feel, what I was supposed to do. I didn’t know any of these things. and then, the thought: ‘Oh, mum’.

I stroked the piano keys, smearing my hands with dust. I put some force into the tips of my fingers and the sound that came out was nothing like what hyung had played before. it’s been 10 days since he last went to school. I heard he was expelled today.

in the light, I saw Yoongi's face from my dream. his twisted face in flame waiting for d*@*h.

l ignored the sheet music, ignored my mom, and let out the emotions that were about to burst out of me into my fingers. my mom grabbed my hands and pulled them away from the keyboard saying, 'this is not the emotion!'

at last, my wish was granted. I purposely bumped into the thugs on the street and was beaten as much as I wanted to be. I kept smiling as I was beaten, and so they beat me up more, calling me crazy

'Hyung, don't go anywhere.'

my seething heart did not cool down, breathing a mess and fingers stained with soot

about ten minutes had passed since Jungkook went into Yoongi's workroom. the sound of something shattering came out of the second-floor window.

and I decided I would never play the piano again