My Life Is a Living Hell (BTS story)

Jungkook

[Third-person]
{A/N italics are his thoughts}
Drops of rain hit the window, he laughs bitterly.
They match my tears.
He stares a little more and keeps pouring oil around the room.
He then grabs his lighter and lays on his bed.
It's not time yet.
He looks at the ceiling and counts the rain drops to pass the time.
When suddenly thoughts of him came back up. He immediately starts crying he grabs a chair and throws it at a mirror. He starts throwing everything.
When he suddenly heard the last crash he looked over to see the damage of his apartment and sees a picture of him and him. He starts screaming, he drops to his knees and looks at his reflection through the mirror and automatically hates what he sees.
Blood all over his clothes,hands cut up, and tears running down his face.
He gets up to see what time is and then smiles bitterly.
It's time.
He picks up the picture of him and well him and his lighter. Then lights the picture on fire and throws on his bed and watches it as it flames. Then he turned on his lighter again and threw it towards the pile of broken stuff. Slowly as the room starts turning to engulf into flames he smiles.
I'm coming Tae. I'm coming.