TWO

"MY HAND REACHING OUT TO YOU IS A FATE DECIDED"

YOUR POV:

'FLASH BACK'

It's a day like any other. My parents are pissed because of how I've been acting lately. My father thinks I'm being dramatic, my mother only cares about the chores and how I'm not helping with any because apparently the sole purpose of my life is to take out the trash. And they're both pissed about my grades because I've been sucked into the world of Kpop and it's obviously taking a toll on my studies.

I on the other hand don't have a clue about what's making me so angry and frustrated and... sad. It's been hours since I've shut the door of that storage room and lying in the dark, listening to music. I don't know what I want, It feels like somehow my GPS has stopped working and now I don't know where to go. There is an empty hole inside my chest and with every passing day it seems to expand. Would it be too long before it consumes me?

To put it into words, I've stopped caring. I don't care about what my parents want anymore, I don't care what my classmates and neighbours think of me, I don't care about the mean and stupid schemes my sisters comes up with to hurt me and make my parents think she is better than me. I don't care where I end up with my broken GPS, I'm not getting too far anyway because I've run out of fuel.

At this point I'm just numb... completely numb and I guess that's okay. Well, it's not okay but there is nothing I can do about it so I guess I'll just ignore it. Just like I'm trying to ignore the yelling of my father through the blasting music in my ears. I'll just pretend that "Y/N YOU BETTER COME DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT" is a part of " RING DING DONG RING DING DONG RINGIDINGIDING"

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR Y/N!" my father yells.

I'm sorry, I look up at the sky. I can't do this anymore.

There is no way I can justify my pain. But... do I have a reason to go through it?

'END OF FLASHBACK'

YOUR POV:

"Don't touch my face" I pushed his face away with the palm of my hand and marched ahead, ignoring how his mouth opened for a second, probably unable to believe I had just pushed him.

So what if he appeared out of thin air right in front of me? So what if he was supernatural? I didn't give a rat's fart about any of that. I needed to get to my house before my parents realised I wasn't there.

"Wait, are you actually going to leave me out here?"

"You still have doubts about it? I mean, I don't even know your name!"

"Yoongi. Min Suga Genius. That should be enough" Min Sugar was now out of breath already.

"I've heard your name before I guess, are you in a boyband or something?" I mean of course that's the first question you ask a guy this attractive, right?

"Look, I was sent here to help you..."

"What, so you're like my guardian angel or something?"

"Sure. Whatever"

"Prove it"

"I just appeared right in front of you out of thin air, isn't that enough?"

"Maybe I didn't see it correctly, maybe you're just faster than me and you ran over here really fast..."

"That's dumb"

"So are you"

"Listen.."

"So what are your super powers, can you touch the tip of your nose with your tongue?"

He gave me a disgusted look.

"Can you swallow your whole fist?" I asked as I kept walking towards my house without caring whether he was a stalker or not. If he was, he probably already knew of my humble abode.

"These are talents, not super powers" he rolled his eyes, following me.

"Can you dance in high heels?"

"Why would I...?"

"Can you make hearts with your nostrils? Like..." I stopped dead in my tracks right in front of my house as I saw that the light of the living room had just been turned on.

Shit, my parents were awake. And they were going to find out I was not in there. And it wasn't going to end decently. You're dead meat y/n, a little, hateful voice squeaked inside of me.

"No but I can do this," he held my wrist and pulled me closer so I bumped into his chest- again, "think of the place you want to get to really bad" he said, and then "Vanishwithmebiotch"

There was a blinding flash and I felt like someone had pulled me through a really tight hole through my legs. When I felt my feet getting stable, I opened my eyes and found my self in a nice, warm and cozy living room. Seven boys were gathered around a table, probably playing some games.

"Please listen to me..." one of them, who had his back towards me pleaded. But I didn't have to see their faces to know who they were.

"G-G...GOT7..." I stuttered.

"H-hyung!" Yugeom pointed at me and all of them started shrieking as soon as they saw me along with an extremely annoyed Yoongi there. Jackson completely loosing his shit at that.

Wow y/n, you're making Got7 scream for you, that's something. I mentally congratulated myself.

"Seriously? This is where you wanted to be right now?" Yoongi turned towards me and glared.

"Can I at least get an autograph like...."

"letsgetyoutoyourroombiotch" he muttered and that feeling of being pulled out through a small hole came over me all over again. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in my bed, snuggled into his chest and his beautiful black eyes were staring into mine. They were devoid of any emotion however, just like his face was of any expression.

"See, I told you. She's done it for so many times but you can see it for yourself today. She's not here!" I heard the shrill voice of my sister Yujin.

"Get outta my bed they gon see you," I whisper-yelled at him.

"I ain't moving hoe," he shifted his position, now looking up at the ceiling and stretching his arms.

"Get the fruck out of here boi we're both dead if..."

I heard the door open. That's it. I was dead. Officially dead. I didn't even want to think what they'd say if they caught me cuddling a silver head right in the middle of the night, in my bed. Would they be relieved that I was at home though?

"See?" my sister pulled away the bed sheets, revealing my struggling form.

"I DON'T KNOW HIM I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE I SWEAR THER'S NOTHING GOING ON BETWEEN US!" I yelled, pushing him away.

"y/n, what're you trying to do with your pillow? I changed their covers just today. But it looks like you don't want the covers to last long, am I right?" my mom started as she looked down at me, my dad huffed and moved away whileYujin looked at me dumbfounded.

"So instead of bothering to get your lazy ass of the bed and helping me with the chores for once, you're trying to sabotage the pillows. Like I work all day, no one appreciates that. Fine. But can you at least try and not make more work for me? This isn't why I carried you nine months..."

"This... this is a pillow?" I elbowed him in the stomach and he winced, trying not to make any sounds, but he passed me a warning glare.

"No, your boyfriend" Yujin rolled her eyes and moved to her bed nearby, since we shared that tiny room.

"Yes, this is the pillow that I sewed the covers for with these old hands but you inconsiderate little shit..."

"Okay honey I think that's enough let's leave" father held her hand and they walked themselves out.

"T-they didn't see you!" I whispered to him.

"Get off the bed I'm sleeping here" he pushed me away and I landed on my ass on the floor.

"Bitch that's my bed!" I grabbed his leg and started pulling on it.

"Why are you getting all weird with your pillow?"

"I'm pillowsexual. Why? Are you gonna be narrow minded about it?" I retorted back at her.

"Ewww" she shifted so her back was facing me.

"Get outta my bed! Now"

"Stop talking to yourself you psycho freak!" Yujin was salty already so she was trying to take it all out on me.

"I saved your neck, this is what I charged for it" he mumbled.

"Can't you get yourself a magical bed or something?"

"SHUT UP!" Yujin yelled.

"I can but that'll require me to move" Yoongi answered.

"Fine." I gave up, and sat with my back against the bed, arms around my knees. "But wow, they can't see you. And you can teleport. Like Boombayyah yaya. wOW"

"I can do some good things to you snd she'll never know...."

"Eww gross. Disgustang!!" I kicked my bed that now belonged to him.

"I SAID SHUT THE FRICKETY HELL UP!" Yujin had reached her limits.

"Exactly," he whispered back and apparently fell asleep right after, judging by the soft breathing voice with the slightest hints of snoring I could hear.

Where's I sat there, looking out of the window at the stars and occasionally the peacefully sleeping form of Yoongi.

This weird supernatural person felt so much more familiar than my own family. We had just met, and still my heart felt all warm and soft towards him. He was like a little kitten who's cold on outside but makes you so warm and mushy every time you look at him.

He was like one lost piece of my heart found and even though I was sitting up, with my back hurting and all, I knew I would sleep better than all those past few years.