Min Yoon-Gi

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Italics - is the journal entry

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(y/n) - your name

(b/f/n) - best friends name

(u/n) - username

(b/f/u/n) - best friends username name

The night draws on, silence filling the air as the sky is adorned by the moon and stars. Whispers of noise disturb the silence as you toss and turn in your bed for the umpteenth time. You jolt up suddenly, panting and sweat dripping down your body. You quickly turn around to make sure you didn't wake up the man that held your heart. Sighing, you watch as his chest rises up and down, relief flooding you. You lean over Yoongi, pushing away a strand of hair, resting your hand on his cheek. You kiss his forehead before silently getting out of bed. Grabbing your laptop, you head downstairs to the kitchen. You shudder, turning the light on quickly, fear of the unknown coming out to grab you by the throat. Placing the laptop down, you quickly make a cup of coffee. Pausing every now and then to check if Yoongi was still asleep. You found comfort when you heard him snore. Heading to the living room, you turn the light on and sit down on the couch, the cup of coffee on the table. You were never someone who was able to get sleep in the night, the fear of sleeping and never waking up again kept you awake. When you did get sleep, you would normally sleep the day away, causing Yoongi to worry for you all the time. Yoongi. You loved him and it hurt that you were a burden to him whenever you didn't get any sleep.

Sometimes you would be up on purpose, writing your novels. You were a writer where Yoongi was an idol, a well-known rapper in a boy band called Bangtan Sonyeondan, or BTS. Being the girlfriend of an idol was never easy, but you didn't mind. You didn't have much of a problem with the haters since there rarely was any, and the fact that you both didn't get to see each other very much. Whenever Yoongi was away, it hurt being alone. You would miss him a lot, but you understood that he was busy. It was the same for you. Writing your novels and going to conventions, Yoongi understood that you were busy as well. You both were never mad at each other about your jobs, it never affected you. You both spent every minute you could together and you enjoy it. You open your laptop and just browse through, not particularly in the mood to write. You find an odd but familiar document. You then click on it to find out it was your old journal. Skimming through, you realise that you haven't written in it for over 4 years. This journal held everything important, your feelings and your life. This was how you became a writer, Yoongi through his love of music. You stop at one journal entry, realising this was the day you first talked to Yoongi.

Hey journal, how's it going? Nothing much for me except for the class assessment we had. Ugh! This time it's teamwork. The only problem was that i didn't get partnered with (b/f/n). I got partnered with Min Yoongi. It's not like i didn't like him, it's that i've never talked to him before, and that i'm socially awkward around everyone. Plus, i don't trust boys, especially in this generation where they all are just players and just use girls for sex. Anyway, we started working on it in class so i walked up to him with my stuff. Yoongi was quiet, just typing away on his laptop. Shrugging his attitude away, i sent him a document so we both could work on our assessment. I didn't want to do it at home, so i started zooming through the work, answering the questions with enough detail. Suddenly, i noticed Yoongi's icon on the page, indicating that he was on the document. I looked up and saw him with his eyes widened. He looked at me then back at his laptop frowning.

"Why are you doing all the work." I jumped at his voice. This was the first time he's ever spoken to me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued working. My fingers zoomed over the keyboard and my eyes flittered across the screen.

"I want my free time at home. Best to finish it earlier don't you think." I didn't really care if people take advantage of me, the teachers already know it would be my work if they read over it. I'm what you called a teacher's pet, but everyone knows that I act like a good girl when I'm not. I looked over at Yoongi and saw him scowling. Whats wrong? Did I do something wrong? As the bell rung, I just finished part one of the assessment, all was left was to include this on a visual representation. Maybe a poster?

"Stop." I turned to Yoongi, narrowing my eyes at him.

"What?"

"Let me finish part 2 of the assessment." my brows rose at this. Sure I haven't talked to him but everyone knows that he doesn't do the work. I rolled my eyes at him and started to walk away to my next class.

"Sure."

It was lunch and I was hanging around with my friends out at the school quad, eating and chatting away.

"Hey (y/n). You have Yoongi as your partner right?" one of my other friends that were in my english class asked me. I noded and finished my sandwich. "That sucks."

"Eh, don't really care. I'm going to go home and finish part 2." I shrugged my shoulders as the others widened their eyes.

"What do you expect from (y/n). She gets her work done." (b/f/n) laughed and I laughed along with her as everyone whined about not knowing what to do. Suddenly one of them had looked up and raised a brow. I looked behind me and saw that it was Yoongi who was coming our way. I yawned as I got up and walked over to him, hands on my hips.

"Yes?" Yoongi rolled his eyes at me and sighed.

"I need your phone number." I shook my head.

"You realise you have my email. Contact me through there." not having any more of it, I walked back to see the gang with their eyes wide.

"A boy asked for your number and you turn him down!?" they all exclaimed and I shook my hand.

"No boys. Stat. Ain't that right (b/f/n)." I smirked at her as we hi-fived. I turned around and saw Yoongi walking to his group, head down as his friends just laughed. They all looked at me and I glared at them, making them shut up. The bell rang and we all head off to last period.

Walking home with my headphones in, I looked through my social media, while watching out for by-passers. I suddenly got loads of notifications from snapchat and insta that people were requesting to follow me. Looking through Insta, I realised that Yoongi and his whole gang had requested me. How the heck did they find me? Shrugging my shoulders, I just accepted and followed them back. I already knew that they are following me on snapchat so I just followed them back. My phone then went off and I got a text from Yoongi.

Suga_swag

~hey

(u/n)

~w/t do u want??

Suga_swag

~rude much.

~w/t do u want 4 pt 2

(u/n)

~simple. Poster.

~anything else??

Suga_swag

~uh no.

(u/n)

~how da hell did u find me on sc & ig??

Suga_swag

~uh, i follow 1 of ur frenz

(u/n)

~which 1??

Suga_swag

~(b/f/u/n)

(u/n)

~kk

~& im guessing ur frenz found me throu u??

Suga_swag

~yeh

(u/n)

~k, txt me if u need help

I closed my phone, not wanting to continue talking to Yoongi as i reached my doorstep. Opening the door, i was greeted by silence. Mum was on her way over and dad was still working late. Heading over to my room, i slumped my bag on the floor and headed over to my wardrobe to take a quick shower. Grabbing my clothes, i entered the bathroom, locking the door and stripped out of my school uniform. After finishing the shower and dressing in comfy clothes, i put my clothes in the washing machine and came back to my room. Yawning, i opened my blinds and jumped back. I groaned out loud when i forgot that Yoongi lived next to me. What a coincidence. He was in his bedroom just laying down on his phone, while he had his headphones in. Suddenly he had got up and stripped off his shirt. I squeaked out and quickly turned my head away. Heading to my table, i started working on part 2 of the assessment, incase Yoongi went back on his promise. By the time i was finished, mum called me down to have dinner. I took my plate and went back upstairs, eating on my bed. I was never close with my family, i didn't even love them. I just put up with them like they did with me. After finishing, i had set the plate in the dishwasher and took some cookies up with me for a snack along with a bottled water. Setting the bottle and cookies away, i put my phone on speaker and finished my homework for the next day. Singing along and dancing a little, i finished by 10. Packing my bag, i got my phone and sat on my bed, scrolling through snapchat and insta. Quickly sending my streaks, i checked insta, liking photos or videos. I suddenly got another text and it was from a group that i was in. It was With Yoongi's gang. Why the hell??

(u/n)

~wtf do u guys want??

.Mochi.

~shes feisty

(u/n)

~back off b4 i kick u in da ballz

Mom_Jin

~watch ur language

(u/n)

~dude, u aint my mum

_TaeTae_

~Jin! She just dude zoned u!

(u/n)

~so w/t

Kookie_

~Jin is crying

(u/n)

~oh shit! Im so sry man

_RapMon

~W/t is dis?

(u/n)

~idk & idc

(u/n) left the group

Suga_Swag added (u/n)

(u/n)

~y da fuck am i back!?

Mom_Jin

~Watch ur language missy!

(u/n)

~omfg r u kidding me

Kookie_

~Jin doesn't kid

_TaeTae_

~u talk like a guy

(u/n)

~does it look like i give a fuck

.Mochi.

~I like her

Suga_Swag

~oi, back off, wtf guys.

~ur giving her da wrong impression

_RapMon

~w/t is with dis group?

Mom_Jin

~wheres hobi?

_Ur_Hope_

~Some1 summoned me?

(u/n)

~im muting this group

You read through the entry, smiling at the short but weird conversation you had with the group. They really were sweet people, fun and amazing as well. You grew close with all of them like they were your family. Scrolling through, you found another entry.

It was the day of the English assessment and I had brought the poster with me just in case. I didn't see Yoongi in the morning so I assumed I would see him in class. The bell rang and I headed to class. As I opened the door, I saw him sleeping in the chair at his desk, with no part 2 of the assessment. Angry, I walked up to his desk and slammed my hands down on his table. Yoongi woke up with a shock, almost falling off his chair. He looked at me, a scowl on his face as I glared at him.

"You didn't do it did you?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes at me and I pointed at the poster I made. His eyes followed and they widened as he looked back at me with regretful eyes. I leaned back off his table, quite disappointed but I wasn't surprised, I knew he wouldn't do it. I sighed and shook my head, walking back to my table as the teacher entered the classroom. In the end, we received an A but the teacher didn't know that I did all the work. Oh well. The 4 classes and recess zoomed past and it was finally lunch. I headed over to my group's spot and I saw Yoongi standing there. "What are you doing here?" I shouted out to him, making him jump. Yoongi turned around as I was in front of him.

"(y/n). Let me pay you back." I had put down my stuff and stood back up. I looked at him confused then remember english. I shook my head and waved him off.

"It doesn't matter. I knew you weren't going to do it. Plus, you must have been busy." He looked at me with shocked eyes, knowing that I was serious.

"Please let me just-"

"I really don't care. If you need help with anything, just text me ok." I looked at him, noticing that Yoongi had bags under his eyes. Scrutinising him I blurted out. "You haven't been sleeping well have you?" Yoongi's eyes widened as he looked at me. Bingo. He rubbed his nape and nodded. I sighed, casually taking my ponytail out, my hair falling over my shoulders and rubbed my head.

"Why?" I loosely tied my hair again as Yoongi just stared at me, almost fixated on my hair. Yoongi scratched his head and just shrugged.

"I've been having a problem with maths."

"I can help, but I'm telling you I suck at it." Yoongi was about to tell me no but I picked up my stuff and headed off to the library. I turned back around and saw Yoongi wasn't following me. "Well, come on, I'll teach you in the library." Yoongi's eyes widened and he ran after me.

My stomach rumbled as I walked home. I gripped it, trying to make the noise less noticeable from the by-passers. I suddenly heard footsteps behind me and I turned around and saw Yoongi. He stopped next to me to catch his breath.

"Yes?" He held up a hand, still trying to catch his breath.

"(y/n). Let me buy you dinner." I rolled my eyes and continued walking home.

"I'm good." Yoongi walked next to me, a frown on his face.

"You didn't have lunch and you helped me. Twice now. Let me make it up to you. Please."

"It's fine. I'm eating at home anyway." Yoongi then grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me around to see irritation in his eyes.

"Why do you do this (y/n)!? You let people use you and you don't bother getting anything in return." Yoongi shook me lightly. I let people use me cause I don't want to be a burden to them. I'm a burden to everyone. I'm a problem, even to my own parents. That's why I stick to myself, helping people without getting anything back. I looked back at Yoongi, staring at his brown eyes and saw myself. I saw sadness bloom in my eyes and I knew Yoongi saw it as well. He had let go of me and stepped back. "What's wrong (y/n)?" that was the first time someone actually asked me this, someone, who actually saw past through my happy exterior and see that I'm broken inside. Yoongi and I haven't even been friends for that long but I felt comfort knowing that he was by my side. I looked down and clenched my teeth. Its hard telling someone you're not ok, especially when you know you will end up being a burden on them. I suddenly felt my hand taken in his as he ran, dragging me along with him.

"Yoongi! Wait!" I had shouted after him but he didn't stop. I tried to shake his hand off mine but his grip tightened. I gasp at the feeling, a shudder going through me. He dragged us to his house and pulled me inside, locking the door behind me. He pulled me to the kitchen and made me stand there. "Yoongi what-"

"-I'm making you dinner and you can't say no."

"Yoongi no-" Yoongi walked up to me, making me shut up as he held my chin up to face him.

"-you're eating here, I'm not taking no as an answer." I gripped his hand, narrowing my eyes at him. I may be a girl, but I'm strong. Yoongi yelped and released me, rubbing his hand. My defences rose up, the wall around my heart hardening. Yoongi looked at me, slightly pained and my heart beats fast knowing I had hurt someone. Sadness bloomed on my face, I walked up to Yoongi and rubbed his hand.

"I'm so sorry Yoongi." I sighed as I lay his hand over mine, my other hand rubbing his hand. His hands gripped mine, squeezing it before letting go. I had stayed on the same spot, afraid to look up again at Yoongi. I had felt Yoongi's hand on my shoulders, giving a light squeeze.

"It's ok (y/n). I shouldn't have come off strong like that." I nodded and walked into the living, calling mum.

"Hey."

"Anything wrong?"

"I'm going to be home late since I'm at the library at school. Study skills. I'll be late coming home."

"That's fine. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Nope. I'll walk. Don't tell dad."

"I won't. Bye."

"Bye."

I had let out a sigh and grinned slightly. Why am i so good at lying?

"That was some acting skills. Never knew you were bad enough to lie to your parents." I shrugged my shoulders, turning around saw Yoongi smirking with two bowls of pasta. I frowned slightly.

"You didn't have to." Yoongi put the bowls on the table and pulled on my arm, making me fall on the couch next to him. I shifted away a little before grabbing a bowl. I couldn't contain the smile on my face as I looked at Yoongi. "Thank you Yoongi." He smiled at me slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched up.

"It was my pleasure (y/n)."