the backstory;

My parents told everyone at church that I was a troubled soul that needs guidance just to save face. I was always the talk in our church because I was miserably failing in school and I'm very disobedient towards my parents. My parents were beyond embarrassed but they still drag me to church every Sunday, hoping one day I would be enlightened. That I would wake up one day and change my ways. They prayed for my soul to be saved from the fiery pits and I guess their prayers were answered.

Min Yoongi.

He's the son of our church's pastor. Not that I cared much. We went to the same highschool and went to the same church but that's all. I never paid much attention to him. I was in my world and he's in his own but my mother brought him into our house one day. I was angry that day. I didn't want his help. Not from the Pastor's son. Anyone but him. Why? Because I can tell just by the look on his face, that lack of emotion when he saw me, that he expects nothing more from me as my parents do. That I'm a lost cause. Nothing can fix me. Just like everyone says.

But here we are, in my room, I brought out my books and Yoongi looked through them. I watched him turn the pages that I haven't touched once. I was getting bored so I took my stash of junk food from under my bed and opened one. Yoongi looked at me and I met his eyes, "What?"

"Don't tell my mother." I told him because my mother banned junk food in our household. He was still silent and I didn't know what's going on in his mind so I tried offering it to him in case he tells on me. "Want some?"

"No, thank you." He spoke.

"Oh you have a voice. I'm beginning to think you have gone mute." I said, eating my chips comfortably in front of him. He said he didn't want any.

"Which subject do yo want to start with?" Yoongi asked as we sat on the floor with my books.

"I'm not in the mood to study right now." I replied and climbed up on my bed after eating chips. "I'm going to sleep for a few minutes. Guard the door for me? If she knocks, tell her we're busy studying."

"That's lying." He responded and I couldn't be more annoyed. I just want to sleep.

"Okay, just tell her I'm concentrating. That's not lying right? Because I really am concentrating in my sleep." I gave him a smile and closed my eyes. I trust that he will not betray my trust. He's too good for that. He can't even lie.

When I woke up from my nap, he was seated against my door. My books are neatly arranged on my desk. Yoongi had his eyes closed as he held a bible, his lips opened and closed as if he was reciting something. Is he praying?

He noticed me getting up and stopped what he was doing at once. Yoongi stood up and gave me the bible, "I borrowed your Bible when you were asleep."

"O..kay." I told him, kind of weirded out but shrugged it off. Maybe he was bored. "What did you pray for?"

"That you find your purpose and that you won't hate your parents that much." Yoongi replied and caught me completely off guard. He didn't even blink once as he told me that. "I need to go home. It's almost dinner time."

He is definitely weird but a good kind of weird? I sat there after he left, smiling to myself as I thought back to what he said. He prayed for me. How can someone be so pure? Except for my parents, no one really bothered to pray for me. I know that the people from my church say that they do but I don't think they really care for me.

Yoongi only comes to my house every Friday, after school so I didn't see him on Saturday. We met at church that Sunday. We always see each other at church but we never really talked. During the service, I was asked to sing Amazing Grace in front of everyone. My mother, of course, was behind it. She asked that I sing alone today even though the church has a choir which my mother also signed me up for without my consent. Yoongi was on the piano, beside me. I was thankful it was him and not some other church person. It's already too much to stand in front of them. I honestly can't stand them.

At the end of the service, I was still left behind with others to prepare for another service in the afternoon. I was only doing it because my parents want to separate me from my friends and spend more time in church. Yoongi also stayed behind. He wasn't being punished tho. He likes it here. He was seated in front of the piano, practicing the pieces for later. He had friends here and I was sticking out like a sore thumb.

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He came by at my house every Friday and we spent time studying together. Like actual studying this time. I was so bad at it but he had the patience to deal with me. After a awhile, I could feel I was getting better and I was comfortable around him. He really didn't tell on me when I ate junk food in my room. We don't talk in school but we get along well at home.

"Ah, I'm tired." I said, staring at the same problem on my book for half an hour. I feel like my head is going to break open. A drop fell on the page of my book and it stained the paper red. I touched my nose and felt something wet, "Oh. Pass me the tissue."

Yoongi was sitting on my bed when he saw me having a nosebleed. I've never seen him move that fast when he grabbed the tissues and rolled them up to put it in my nose. We both laughed after that and decided to chill for the rest of the afternoon.

We both sat on the floor, side by side, while I snack on some sour gum stick. I offered it to him and he said he doesn't like them. "Hey Yoongi."

He turned his head to look at me. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "Have you ever liked someone?"

Yoongi seemed flustered at my unexpected question so I nudged his arm playfully. "Come on, spill it. I won't tell. You have, don't you?"

One thing I learned about Yoongi is that he is very honest but also extremely shy and he's not good with interactions. He nodded his head and I became more intrigued so I turned my body towards him, crossing my legs on the floor. "Okay, she from church or from school?"

"Uhm, both." Yoongi replied, his cheeks are starting to fill with color.

"Hm. She's probably someone I know." I said as I popped another sour gum stick in my mouth. "Are you going to tell me who it is?"

"It's you."

Yoongi didn't know how to act after saying that and he blushed. He's cute when he's blushing. He apologized for liking me and I found it really funny that he thought I'd get offended if he liked me. I didn't make a big deal out of it because it's probably just a crush. Who doesn't have crushes at this age?

"I'm flattered. I never imagined someone like you will like me.. I like being around you too." I gave him a smile just so he won't feel uncomfortable after a confession. "But tell me, why did you like me?"

"I don't know.." Yoongi trailed off. He's really not good at showing his feelings. "I think you're an angel who fell from heaven."

"Oh wow." I said, is he going to tell me a pick up line? So he's also capable of that? Is the pastor's son secrety a player? I smiled and played along, not expecting that his answer was the one that changed my life. "Why would He let his angels fall from heaven though?"

"Because I made a promise with Him. I asked Him if he can one day give me someone to love and share everything with. In return, I will cherish that person for the rest of my life."

Yoongi's answer made me feel something inside and I began to wonder again, how can a person like him exist in this world?

"I prayed to Him before and asked him to give your purpose but, in the end, he gave me my purpose." He shyly smiled and it was the most genuine smile I have ever seen. "He let you fall from there to answer my prayers."

And that was only first of the many times Min Yoongi has knelt down to pray.