Requested by: @Alex_ferg
Didn't let me tag again
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"(Y/n), wake up. This is the fourth time you've stayed in bed after 12 in the afternoon. You have to eat something."

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted as I tried to regain my vision. I noticed I wasn't in my room but in Yoongi's. Then I was reminded of what happened yesterday with my parents.

Ever since I was little, my parents haven't been the best supporting people in my life. They basically treat me like trash. I try to do something nice for them and they spit all over my hard work. Whenever I don't feel like being home, I call Yoongi. All the four years I've known him, he knows about what my parents do. He's even tried to tell them something but that only angered them more. He keeps encouraging me to move out of there but I can't. Thankfully, he lets me stay over at his house.

"It's 12 already? Why do I still feel tired?", I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

"Because you've been crying all night. I don't see why you keep putting up with it. Why don't you move in with me?", he asked.

"You don't understand. Even if I move in with you, they're gonna do anything they can to make me more miserable. Anyways, I have to get going soon. I gotta pick up my little sister from school. If I'm late even by one minute, who knows what they'll do", I said.

I was about to get up but Yoongi pushed me down on the bed. He pecked my lips and smiled down at me. He moved some of my hair out of the way.

"Are you gonna be able to sneak out and come here?", he asked.

"It sounds so lame when you say it like that. I'm 22 years old and I still have to sneak out of the house to see you", I mumbled.

"I'm being serious. Will you be coming back?", he asked.

"I'll see. I'm pretty sure my parents are gonna go out for date night so I'll just tell my sister she's gonna have to stay by herself. She doesn't mind though", I said.

"Great. What a relief. Go or you'll be late", henpecked my lips one more time and let me go.

I quickly changed back to my clothes and picked up my 12 year old sister from her school.

"Hey, how was school?", I asked her.

"It was great. Except my science teacher gave us a test today and I'm pretty sure I failed", she said, fixing her backpack.

"I doubt that. You're so smart", I smiled down at her.

I drove her back home and as always got attacked by questions from my parents. I walk inside with my sister and she skipped to her room. My dad stood a few feet away from me with his hands on his hips.

"Where were you?? I bet you were with that no good boyfriend of yours. See and this is why we don't trust you. Are you going to school?? No. Do you have a job?? No", he said.

"I'm trying. I've been looking for jobs everywhere", I said.

"Trying isn't good enough. Your sister is getting straight A's in school. I bet she is gonna get a good education in college, have an amazing career, and even meet someone who isn't a lowlife. You, I see no future for you. You're a disgrace to this family", he said.

I tried not to show how hurt I am but the tears kept coming. I kept calm and waited for him to finish.

"All these years, you waisted your time with guys, 'your friends'. You are useless. You aren't good for anything", he said.

"Then why do you have me here?? You say I'm a disgrace to this family so why haven't you kicked me out?? You're just treating me as a slave! I hate you!", I yelled.

I felt a stinging pain on my right cheek. The tears began to fall and I looked back at my 'father'. He had no regret in his face. I grabbed my bag and quickly ran out of the door. I didn't even get in my car, I just ran.

I ran for like thirty minutes until I spotted a building not too far from me. I climbed up the stairs and stood on the edge. I wiped my tears away and stared at the floor that was maybe 40 feet down. I heard a few people yelling.

I stood on the edge for about ten minutes already, debating whether I should jump or not. A crowd formed not too long ago and the cops tried to communicate with me.

I heard the door open behind me and I saw Yoongi coming towards me, sweaty and out of breath. My heart started beating fast and focused on jumping.

"(Y/n), wait! Don't do it. I know you're upset but this isn't the answer", he said, trying to calm me down.

"My parents..I can't take it anymore..why bother staying alive if I have no one", I cried.

"You have me. You've always had me. I love you so much. Look.."

I hesitantly turned around and notice Yoongi taking out a small grey box. When he opened it, a diamond ring was placed in it.

"Look...I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You've been sad all these years so I wanted to surprise you. I thought if I married you, I can finally get you out of that house, away from your parents. You don't need them. I can provide for you. I won't treat you the way they do. If they say something to you, let me know so I can go take care of it. I don't wanna see you struggling anymore. I want you to stay with me forever. So please don't do this."

I carefully glanced at him and then at the ring.
Does he really mean it?

"What if you leave too?", I asked him.

"I promise I won't. If I wanted to leave, I would've left a long time ago. I'm still here and I'll always be here. I'll help you get through this. Just don't..don't do this", he said softly.

I bit my lip and looked back down at the crowns of people. I guess it's not worth it.

"Okay", I said.

I slowly got off the edge and was quickly embraced by Yoongi. He kept repeating the same words. 'I love you. I love you. I love you'.
I said it back and he placed the ring on my finger. He put a hand behind my neck and placed his lips on mine.

He helped move my stuff to his place. My parents were enraged but they didn't stop me from leaving. That proves that they don't really love me. But Yoongi does and I'm glad I have him in my life.