a quick apology!

yes, i'm back and i'd also like to apologise for being gone so long! that wasn't a part of my plan at all but writing the requests i was given appears to be taking a lot longer than anticipated. anyway, the good news is that i've written enough requests to be able to update regularly but the bad news is that those updates may be a little slow (say, an imagine a week slow) so i do also apologise for that.

i'd also like to quickly thank those who have been patient and have waited with no complaints, it truly means the world to me that y'all support me enough to wait for more content!

enough of this now, i'll let you get on to the imagine!

i love you all xx

THICK BLOOD

- in which your hidden identity as yoongi's sister is revealed to the boys because of an unexpected and very much unwanted run in with your father; requested by @armypidge

The crisp night air is still and quiet in a way that comforts most and leaves a small amount of others in fear of what hides within the shadows, lurking and creeping. You've never been a fan of the night, the mere thought of its unpredictability constantly sending shivers down your spine, leaving tonight to be no exception.

You crouch down at the top of the stairs, your breathing shaky against the palm of your hand as you tighten your grip on your duffel bag straps. The hallway window is cracked open, allowing the cold talons of the night to latch onto your bare arms and send shockwaves of indescribable fear through you.

Luckily, Yoongi is crouching down beside you in a matter of seconds, his own duffel bag softly hitting the carpet next to yours.

You meet his gaze, the hot tears welling in your eyes finally deciding to drip onto your cheeks at speeds you can't control, hands trembling as they reach up to try and wipe them away, your pathetic sobs seemingly louder than they had been before he arrived.

Noticing this, your older brother presses a finger to his slightly curled lips, eyes filled with a reassuring and safe warmth, widened as if pleading you to hold it together for just a little longer.

But you can't, your shoulders shaking as you cup your hands around your mouth and lower your head.

"Hey," he whispers soothingly, shuffling closer to snake his arms around you and cradle you in his embrace, "calm down, Y/N. It'll all be okay."

He presses a kiss to your head, letting his lips linger on your forehead while you clasp onto the hem of his shirt, the bag holding all your belongings sagging against his after you let your hold on the handles loosen. Tightening his hold on you each time you sob, he begs you to try to hold it all in and coaxes you with a slow hand running down the length of your back.

"You know that this is our only choice, yeah?" he mumbles, pulling away to cup your cheeks and swipe your tears away with his thumbs. "He's a dangerous person who has done dangerous things. I'm promising you right now that I'll take care of you so much better than he can, okay? I'll keep you safe."

His words breathe air into your lungs and clear your mind, your sobs fading into a dull tug at your heartstrings, your smile small as you nod reassuringly at him. He sighs in relief, dropping his hands from your face to retrieve his bag and softly hold onto your free hand after you do the same.

With a supportive squeeze of your hand, the two of you tip-toe down the stairs, shrouded by the darkness the shadows provide you with, praying to whoever is listening at this ungodly hour that the light from the television doesn't catch your fearful forms and that the disturbing sounds of his snores masks the sound of your feet against the tiles.

Releasing your hand, he motions towards the front door before rushing towards the kitchen to grab his car keys off the counter, your breath hitching in your throat the minute he disappears around the corner, eyes practically locked in on the intimidating outline of your father, stomach churning as you anxiously wait for him to get up and start yelling or throw things around the house like he usually does.

But nothing happens, even when Yoongi returns with his keys in his hand.

Without so much as a heavy breath, you twist the doorknob and slip into the night, Yoongi following shortly after, hearts hammering in your chests as the door clicks shut.

Cold and trembling, Yoongi links his hand with yours and leads you to his parked car across the street, movements about as frantic as his breathing, proving to you that he also believes that this is all just like some dream that you'll both wake up from before it gets to the good part.

"Yoongi," you murmur as he manages to unlock the car and usher you inside, running to his side to do the same, eyebrows raised and eyes glassy when he looks over at you, "where are we going to go?"

Your brother sighs, rubbing his hands together to generate heat before distracting himself with starting the car, voice timid yet hopeful when he finally decides to answer. "One of my old friends is moving out from his apartment and agreed to let us stay there while I'm a trainee."

"So does that mean I'll be there while you're in Seoul?" you stress, eyes widening at the idea of being alone as he speeds down the street, seeming a lot calmer than he was a few seconds ago.

"Yeah, you'll have to stay there while I'm in the city but, trust me, I'll always visit you," he sighs, reaching over to give your hair an affectionate ruffle, "no matter how far away I am."

"What if he finds me while you're gone?" you whisper, fidgeting with your hands to stop the tears welling in your eyes from falling onto your cheeks. "What if he takes me and I don't get to see you again?"

"No, Y/N," Yoongi coos softly, "I won't ever let that happen. I was thinking, if it'd make you feel safer, we could change your name. It would make it impossible for him to find you."

"You sure?" you hesitantly ask, looking over to see him nodding, finding yourself quickly agreeing with him, a hum of confirmation vibrating in your throat. "Got any name ideas?"

He chuckles fondly, shrugging his shoulders as you redirect your gaze to the world blurring together outside.

"Ae-ri? Bom? Bom-i?" you mumble out, giggling when Yoongi scoffs and shakes his head at your ideas. The drive from there is rather quiet and, before either of you know, you're parking in the driveway of a decent looking apartment complex.

"Well, here we are," Yoongi states, looking up at the building in awe, "home sweet home."

Oddly enough, you don't find the size of the building daunting or the looming presence of change terrifying. In fact, you welcome it, relishing in the warmth the promise for a good and safe life gives you, cheeks aching from being stretched into a relieved smile.

Yoongi turns to flash you a grin, content with how pleased you look. "You coming?"

"Yun-yeong," you sigh, jogging to link your arm through his, "I want that to be my new name."

"A brave hero, huh?" he teases, pressing a kiss to the side of your head with a smirk. "It suits you."

*

Yoongi's deep yet melodic voice echoes around your apartment as you find yourself getting lost within the emotion his words hold, smile inevitable as you throw yourself back onto your bed, blindly turning the volume up on your phone so that it makes it feel as if Yoongi is in the room with you.

Sighing as the song on Yoongi's mixtape comes to an end, you roll onto your side and immediately find yourself staring longingly at the photoframe sitting mockingly on your bedside table. In it rests a photo of Yoongi with his arms around your laughing form, his smile nothing but genuine as he directs his gaze down at you, the both of you looking as if you had completely forgotten the presence of the camera.

It was taken the last time Yoongi had visited you, just a few months after his debut, but it's been so long since then.

Now, a few years into his idol career, it's getting a lot harder for him to see you. Even calling you is becoming a hassle for him, Yoongi's protective side pushing him to keep your identity and even the fact that he has a sister a secret from his loving bandmates despite your reassurance.

Your last call with him was eventful to say the least. After whining about how much you miss having him at home with you, you begged him to take a week off to come and stay with you or tell his band about you so that you can come over, anything just to be able to see him in person.

He had sighed, fondly, before seemingly giving in to your pleas.

"I wasn't going to tell you yet but I think now is the right time," he chuckled. "For the upcoming tour, we're heading down to Daegu for a few shows so I managed to reserve a spot for you."

"You're not joking, right?" you breathlessly exclaimed, sitting right up as he laughed heartily on the other end before reassuring you that he was, in fact, being serious. You couldn't believe it, your heart pounding faster than it ever had before. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The days counting down to the concert could not have gone any slower with your excitement towards finally seeing Yoongi again growing unbearably with every day that passed. However, when the day of the show finally dawns, you are certain that the butterflies in your stomach are no longer under your control.

The stage looks daunting from your position in front of it, your eyes glassy as the stadium fills up and the lights dim, leaving you with your heart in your throat and your stomach in knots.

The seven boys appear on stage and you barely have the time to marvel over their ethereal appearance before your eyes drift towards Yoongi, his smile as radiant and as youthful as it was the last time you saw him. Your heart swells as he lifts the microphone to his lips and begins to rap, reminding everyone in the audience that he's worked hard for all that he has.

You could not be prouder.

Before you know it, the concert draws to an end and you're left feeling oddly empty as they politely silence the audience, tired yet satisfied smiles making their faces look heavenly underneath the purple glow of the stage lights.

"We have a special event for today's concert," Namjoon exclaims, laughing as the audience erupts in a fit of screams. "Three lucky fans will get the chance to head backstage with the member of their choice for a quick meet and greet! These fans will be chosen by their seat number."

You'd be lying if you said that your heart didn't stutter when you heard Namjoon's words, eyes wide as Jungkook chuckles, getting himself ready to announce the first fan. Jimin goes next and, finally, the camera goes to Yoongi who has the nerve to wink.

"B25 is the last seat so will those fans please head up to the side stage where security will be waiting for you," he smiles before bowing and wishing everyone a goodnight while you stand there, dumbfounded by the lengths he has gone to just to see you.

Despite your bewilderment, you squeeze past the hundreds of disappointed girls that go to leave and breathlessly approach the guards, showing them your seat number and wasting no time in choosing Yoongi as your member.

They engage in polite conversation as they lead you backstage but you barely pay any attention to it, feeling giddy about finally being able to give your brother a hug after not being able to see him for so long.

Although, the nagging in the back of your mind begins to dampen your mood and the butterflies in your stomach are no longer pleasant.

"He'll be back here in a few minutes," one of the guards bows, standing by the door of a small dressing room while you take a seat, legs bouncing up and down habitually as you graciously thank them. "Let us know if you need anything, Yun-yeong."

After a few minutes of being alone, a man, unrecognisable to you at first, sneaks past the covered windows of the dressing room, the coldness in his eyes like an ice pick to your chest as something sinister flashes in them before he backtracks, stopping at the door.

You stand instinctively, fingers curled tightly around your phone as the door swings open, revealing the man behind it to be one that makes your world spin, body slipping into a state of numbness and disbelief.

A few years ago, when your nights were plagued with horrid nightmares, Yoongi had crept into your bed to hold you, humming a tune that would later inspire a song of his. You cuddled into his side, the haunting images of your dreams keeping you awake even long after Yoongi had silenced.

"Yun-yeong," he whispered, tone uncertain in response to the use of your new name as he smiled softly when you looked up at him with teary eyes, "stop thinking about him, okay? He no longer has anything to do with you."

"But I can't just forget, Yoongi. He won't go away and I just don't want anything to happen to us anymore—"

"Life is unpredictable, you're right," he sighed, redirecting his gaze to the misty sky outside. "Don't let that scare you, it'll only leave you feeling vulnerable and weak. Just be prepared for anything and know that I will always be here to help you."

You thought you'd never see him again; you thought you would be safe from him.

"What a nice surprise," he seethes, rubbing his hands together maliciously as he shuts the door behind him with his foot, eyeing you up and down like you're his prey. "I fucking knew you'd be lurking around here too. You never could leave your brother alone."

You should run, you want to run, but your legs stay grounded like heavy cement, leaving you stuck and in fear of what will become of you.

"You don't look any different, Y/N," he smirks, taking a step closer to you and chuckling when you muster up enough strength to take one back. "You're still my pretty little girl. Will you come home with me?"

You shake your head, the hot air in your throat stopping you from uttering a single word to him and the hot tears welling in your eyes preventing you from seeing him take a few more steps towards you.

His cold fingers brush against your wrist, his form unmoving as you flinch away, scrambling towards the wall as he laughs.

"Leave," you choke out, "now."

But he doesn't, his fingers now snaking around your wrist to tug you against his chest.

You pathetically cry out, trying to reclaim your wrist just as Yoongi's shadow is made obvious from behind the window, your heart's beating ringing in your ears.

The door slams open, Yoongi's smile falling faster than it ever has before, a menacing scowl replacing it as he storms over to you. You feel his strong embrace engulf you as your father is shoved back, Yoongi's racing heart pounding against your back.

"You," Yoongi breathlessly mutters in realisation, his hand slipping down to gently wrap over the wrist where your father's hand gripped only moments before. "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Don't use that tone with me, you piece of shit," your father spits as Yoongi's hold on you tightens. "I should be asking why the fuck the two of you left in the middle of the night? Why couldn't I find the two of you? Why the hell have you been hiding her from me?"

Yoongi opens his mouth to argue back but your dad beats him to it.

"Min Y/N will come home with me," he growls, pointing an accusing finger at Yoongi. "I don't want her with you and your good-for-nothing nature!"

You wince at the sudden shouting, eyes widening when you see the boys standing in the doorway, summoned by the noise, with looks of fear ridding them of their youth, Seokjin's frantic movements noticeable as he appears to be calling for someone.

You interlace your fingers with Yoongi's and squeeze his hand.

Your father reaches for your wrist again and Yoongi pulls you back, cradling you against his chest. "Give her to me, Yoongi! Give me your sister."

Within a matter of seconds, your father lies on the ground with a security guard sitting on top of him, the boys ushering you and Yoongi out in a huddle, your body trembling against Yoongi's.

Once outside, you circle your arms around his waist and bury your face into his warm chest, tears soaking through his shirt as he entagles his fingers in your hair, pressing lingering kisses to your head.

Neither of you seem to care about the six other boys staring down at you, looks of concern and confusion silencing them.

*

The silence in the dressing room is heavy on your shoulders as you sit curled up into Yoongi's side, six pairs of curiously wide eyes staring at you like you're a new animal at the zoo.

"Okay," Yoongi finally sighs, breaking the eerily silent trance you all were in, "I haven't been completely honest with you. That man is my father, who you all know about."

"The one you ran away from?" Hoseok mutters, his gaze only leaving you to watch Yoongi nod before returning as if it were never gone.

"Well, I never told you guys that I didn't run away alone," he chuckles awkwardly, motioning towards you with his free hand. "I ran away with my sister."

No-one says a word after that, your smile strained as you go to introduce yourself.

"Hi," you breathe, "I'm Min Y/N or, as I'm known as to everyone else, Kim Yun-yeong."

Their faces break into warm grins as they lift their hands to wave politely at you, your cheeks heating up at the coos that follow. Yoongi sighs in relief before allowing himself to relax and laugh along with his family.

"Wait," Jimin interrupts, "you changed her name?"

Yoongi nods with a firm look. "It was to lessen his chances of finding her but, clearly, that didn't work."

You squeeze onto Yoongi's hand, shaking your head slowly while the guys show their disapproval in their expressions.

"Don't worry, Yoongs," Seokjin sadly smiles, looking over the two of you fondly. "Now that we know about all of this, we'll help you keep her safe."

"Really?" he mumbles in slight disbelief, glancing down to see your expression no longer one of fear as your lips stretch out in a youthful grin, eyes glinting with admiration and relief.

"Of course," Jungkook winks, the warmth radiating off him blending in well with the affection filling up the room, "she's part of the family."