the sweet taste of death is better than the suffocating air of life.
— ying

a tear rolled down my cheek as i kept repeating my name. what did i do in the living world to deserve this kind of fate in the underworld?!

sigh, i just have to embrace it. yes, embrace that fucking disgusting name. hug.

as i tried to shake off those negative thoughts, a scream pierced my eardrums.

"you're such an asshole!" a loud booming voice echoed through the whole city of novus.

and suddenly, something started to fall from the sky. as it came closer, i realized;

that's not 'something'. that's someone.

"help! someone help!" yoongi exclaimed as he was falling.

i panicked, "calm your tits second god! i got you!"

i looked around me and saw a pile of mattresses.

where did they come from? good question.

i grabbed one of the mattresses and did some quick professional math solving and extreme brain training.

i placed my finger on my chin, "now, if he's up there, and i'm down here, where should i put the mattress?"

"there?" i pointed at an open field of grass, "or over there?" i pointed at a land filled with flowers.

"or near that house surrounded with dog s-"

"for fuck's sake, just position the damned mattress!" yoongi screamed while flapping his arms aggressively.

i had no choice but to go with my gut.

and i chose the house surrounded with dog shit.

"i'm going to die, i'm going to die, i'm going to die." yoongi repeated and repeated again and again.

and then it hit him.

"oh wait," he paused,

"i can't die lol." he stopped in mid-air.

he began to ascend back to where he came from, "thanks 씨발."

once again, i stood there, staring at the sky. i was fighting the urge to strangle him. why, if i could fly i would beat his sorry ass—

"i'm sorry," a soft, angelic voice interrupted my train of thoughts,

"yoongi-hyung can be quite a bitch."

yes this all
happened in
one day thanks