THREE

THIS LIFE IS ALL WRONG FOR YOU

A/N: mention of depression ahead

"Y/n you better get your ass up from that bed and take the trash out!" I heard my mom's voice right at 7 am in the morning. I rolled my eyes without opening them and tried to ignore her yelling.

"What's going on?" Yoongi shifted in bed and asked me.

"I cannot believe you slept on the bed while I had to stay sitting here like pinnochio Jeongyeon in the TT mv!"

"What even?"

"Anyway, Gaurdian angel, sweetie, honey, Oppa, can you please make the trash move out magically?" I turned to him, trying to do ayegyo and saw him cringe and he didn't even try to not make it obvious.

"Listen here girl, I'm not a genie and you're not Aladin"

"I'd be gay for you of I was Aladin and you were my genie" I blinked, mesmerised at how cute this little cutie kitten was.

"What?" He asked.

"What?"

"Go and take out the trash before your mom murders you!" He turned to face away from me.

"What did I just tell you to do?" My mom peeped inside our room. 

"FINE. Give me sometime I couldn't sleep last night!"

"Oh, I wonder why? Since you don't go to school, neither do you study nor help with the chores, what exactly is it that you were doing last night? Listening to those boys and girls dipped in make up and glitters?"

"Mom! It's Kpop!"

"Oh But did I ask?"

"Yes you did. I'm not taking the trash out, I'm just going to sleep" I went to my sister's bed and sprawled on it. Ah felt so good to have something soft below my sore back other than my own butt cheeks.

"Fine! But then you have to go clean the guest room! And get the groceries!"

"Whatever!"

"Stupid ungrateful brat. Good for nothing. Me and your father won't be there for you forever! One day you'll wake up as a seventy year old and you'll ask where did my life go? But it'll be too late and you'll know who to blame!"

"Listen I don't care okay? I'm dead inside already so it doesn't matter what happens to me! I don't care for one fucking thing!"

"You will one day but it'll be too late! And watch your language!" She warned and went out.

Yeah? Make me care then! This is all I asking for anyway, make me care for something! Make me feel something!

"Y-you don't go to school?" I heard his voice ask and opened my eyes. He was facing me, on his side and looking at me with his face expressionless.

"No I don't. I graduated high school in great pain, and I don't have any plans for future. Maybe they didn't brief you on this up there" I pointed upwards " but yes, it's high time I got somebody to fix my life. Because I'm this close to loosing everything"

"You should apply for a university..."

"Listen you yoongi person. Don't try to be my mom, one is way more than enough for me. If you can fix everything magically so yeah, give me 1 million dollars, get me admission in a top university, find me a boyfriend, burn my fats with some magical fire and oh yeah, I'll need a good haircut too!"

"There are girls out there who did all these things on your own. Why can't you?"

I gave him a painful expression, my eyes swimming with tears.

What would you know Min Yoongi?

What would you know what I'm going through? Those girls, they don't have this crippling depression I have! They don't feel dead every day they wake up! They... they're not numb like I am! I thought and shut my eyes.

"Just kill me if you can't change anything..." I replied.

"I didn't mean..."

"I don't care Yoongi. I'm too broken to care. The worst thing is, I don't even know why I am like this. I don't wanna be me so just shut up!"

"Can't you try and Love Yourself?"

"What's there to love?" I said in a mocking voice and turned away from him.

I felt a few tears slip away before I could fall asleep again.

I slept till 2 pm. Then I woke up to get my lunch, brushed my teeth and decided to wale him up too, to accompany me.

"Wakey wakey guardian angel" I pulled the covers off from a grumpy af Yoongi and used my sweetest voice.

Though I was mad at him, I still needed his help to get through my day. Maybe he'd save me from getting robbed by that pathetic Dalpyo and his gang of dimwits.

Before my mom could come at me, I decided to get ready myself, wake him up too and be on my way. Like honestly, mom should be proud of me. There were thousands of teenagers around the world doing drugs, getting pregnant, joining gangs and yet she insisted that I was the worse of them all.

Yoongi just changed positions and faced the other side when he heard my voice.

"What do you want?" He mumbled.

"Get that cutie backside of yours out of the bed sweetie" I chimed, trying to feel optimistic. If I get on the good side of this silver head, who knows maybe he'd get me a ticket to Got7's next concert with his supernatural powers. He could get me a ticket to Dragsters' concert too. Nah maybe I'll need God for that but I didn't even want to go to their concert anyway so whatever.

"Ah, I don't know, go away..." he said in a groggy, sleepy voice, getting up and sitting with his back against the headrest.

And it sounded like trouble.

Damn I wanted to kiss those lips. My inner hoe was awake and it wanted to attack those plump lips and just why did he have to look so good? I inhaled a sharp breath, trying to calm down my hormones.

"Listen Angel boy, it's a week day, which means academia for me, which means I'm going out which means you're coming with me"

"Why do I have to go to come along?"

"What do you mean? You're my guardian angel, you have to protect me from that gang of bullies..."

"Stop being dramatic. It's not like they'll kill you or something" he yawned.

"Okay maybe you wanna stay home and listen to my mom nag at you" I beamed.

"She can't see me tho..."

"What makes you think she only nags at something she can see?"

"Ugh, I'll take a shower"he said, stepping out of the bed at last.

"You take showers? But why? Aren't you supposed to be spiritually purified or something? Do you use normal water or holy water? Can water touch you or does it just go straight through you? And what about soup..."

"Where is that fvcking paper bag when you need it?" he took off his shirt and carelessly threw it away.

"I'm here until I get my answers..."

"Why don't you step into the shower with me and you'll find out?" without giving me a chance to comprehend it, he had grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer into his chest. My palm landed on his bare chest and I realised, with a certain amount of panic crashing into my system, that he had no heartbeat.

But that's probably how these supernatural beings were meant to be. Maybe a heart is only what humans have, maybe only us humans can deal with the way it hurts sometimes and the way it flutters like a mad butterfly at others, and how it melts at just a glance of someone special at yet other moments. A small, simple organ capable of so many emotions...

Unless you're studying biology. Then it becomes freaking complex with it's ventricles and auricles and atrioventricular septum's and shit we're going to get late for classes, I realised.

"Just take a shower already" I pushed him towards the washroom and closed the door after he was in. Then I checked the mirror, and crap. My cheeks were tinted pink. Hopefully he didn't notice that. I grabbed my backpack and waited patiently for him. I had to leave with my sister and dad, since my sister needed some stuff for school.

"Y/N, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE TRY AND BE PUNCTUAL! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING FREE LOADER!" Someone yelled. Maybe my mom, or dad. Well my mom had been shouting herself hoarse for more than two decades and at this point she'd started sounding like a dude anyway.

"YOUR FATHER IS LEAVING!!" Oh it was her.

"What's all this ruckus about...?" Yoongi came out of the washroom, his hair dripping wet and his body glistening with water droplets, as he buckled his belt. If I had continued staring at him, his hair won't be the only thing dripping wet, I realised and grabbed his hand.

"I'M COMING" I roared, picking up his shirt on my way and tossing it to him.

"That's what she said" he smirked.

"And so he ended up dead!" I yelled at him and broke into a sprint.

My mom was pacing back and forth in the living room, ready to nag at me some more but I went out with a speed of light, dragging an out-of-breath, wet haired Yoongi behind me. As I reached the car, waiting for me outside the house, I threw my bag inside and then pushed him in, before getting myself seated.

"Why'd you bring the water bottle with you?" Yujin looked at me weirdly, after examining the space between us which was currently occupied with him.

"Seriously?" I turned to him" You decided to look like a freaking water bottle?"

"I look like a BIG freaking water bottle, and I can quench your thirst..."

"STOB IT!" I hit his arm and for real I heard the dull sound of an empty huge water bottle being hit. The bottle for our water dispenser, to be precise.

"Dad, she's hitting the bottle!!"

"Stop hitting the bottle!" my father demanded in a zoned-out voice.

"I-" I slumped back in the seat, arms across my chest and pouted "I hate you, can't believe you were sent out of all to be my guardian. It's your first day and I'm done..."

"You look cute when you're angry" he mumbled and put his head on my shoulder, dozing off again.

"Y-yeah?" I tried to sound unaffected but there was no point, he was effecting me. Too much I guess, and even though I tried, I couldn't ignore his soft, warm breaths, hitting my neck and the side of his cheek in contact with my flesh sending jolts of electricity throughout my body.

I shouldn't like him so much. I should stop.

"A-and you look cute when beaten up to a d-dead pulp so..."

"Gosh y/n, you're so weird! Stop talking to yourself already, we're here" she said , pointing at the shabby building of our academy in that dump of a neighbourhood "And please don't tell me you're taking the... okay, you are" she rolled her eyes as she saw me hold Yoongi's hand and get out.

"Okay, so here are your tasks as my guardian angel..." I told him on my way.

"Can you not?"

"Number one, there are three guys, who bully me. Dalpyo, Zack and Dongwoo. You gotta protecc. Then there is our Japanese teacher, Sota Fukushi, and I like him sooo much, so you gotta help me with..."

"Um, Miss y/n?"

Shit, speak of the devil.

I spun around like a tornado and ended up loosing my footing. I felt myself fall down in slow motion as I held my hand to Yoongi, pleading for him to save me from embarrassment in front of my favourite teacher, but he shook his head, standing right in front of me with his arms crossed and then I felt a sharp pain in my butt as I landed on the floor.

"Miss y/n?" I saw a nice veiny hand held out to me and I jumped up to my feet, forgetting my stuff now lying on the floor.

"I'm fine" I arranged my hair and held up my chin high. My teacher had gotten down to his knees, picking up my books.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, collecting my stuff and turning his head to face me.

I felt my knees getting weak, and my inner hoe running around, screaming.

Stay loyal to Bambam, stay loyal to Bambam. I kept telling myself.

"And who's this new student with you, may I ask?" He said getting up and staring at Yoongi.

Wait, Staring at Yoongi?

A/N:

I think this is the longest chapter I've written on wattpad and probably a very boring one but I promise it's going to get better as all of the bangtan boys join in the chapters ahead...

Have you come across a longer chapter than this?