Yoongi stood on the roof. He was a lost boy, with nothing left and everything stripped away. All the exasperation and unhappiness were stored inside, never being able to be released.

With vigour, he placed a foot forward letting it dangle in the night. The wind was a slow trickle, making his clothes flap around serenely in a slow rhythm. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. What's left was to jump and he'll be free.

He couldn't take it anymore, but he rather go than stay to suffer more. He didn't want to give anything more. He only had his head and body left, and he didn't want to give it to someone. Hr wanted to be selfish, for ing once.

Tilting forward, he plummeted down to the pavement below ignoring the screams of his mother. He opened his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind. Ah, this is freedom and release. He was ready for it.