⋆˚࿔ Whenever your parents were too busy wrapped up in their destructive fight then make-up sessions, you would find solace in the woods outside your home — climbing trees with the hopes your parents would come looking for you. And every time, they failed to show up as you sat among the birds on the branches of the sturdiest oak. What did find you as you sat up high, crowned by the sun, was a young boy named Yoongi. He was different from anyone you had ever met — he listened to every word fall from your lips as if you were the prophet and he was your ever-faithful disciple. From the moment he laid his rich, coffee-colored irises on you seated amongst the millions of branches, Yoongi knew his life had inexplicably become intertwined with yours. For far too long, the world threw its worst at you, and Yoongi was determined to be the safe haven you so desperately needed.
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Yoongi and Y/N hung out nearly every afternoon for the next year, spending hours upon hours sitting high up in their favorite woodland oak tree venting about their parents and getting to know each other more.
For example, Yoongi learned Y/N was in chorus at her school, and he even came to a recital one time with a bouquet of her favorite flowers, sunflowers, daisies and tulips, in Y/N’s favorite color, yellow like the sun (her exact words, as Yoongi recalled). In fact, he called her Sunflower because of how much she talked about the damn flower — as well as how much she reminded Yoongi of the bright, yellow petals rising above a plain.
She loved sweets, so he started carrying extra candies in his pocket because he learned her parents never kept anything sweet in the house. The thought of Y/N not having something she enjoyed so much felt absolutely wrong, truly a grave sin, in Yoongi’s eyes.
He also learned Y/N was scared of thunder when they got caught in a storm over the summer, her body shivering in fear as the loud claps came one after the other. That was the same day she told him about everything she went through at home — everything from her parents’ near-daily fist fights to how they never seemed to be happy with anything she did. Their boisterous arguments make it impossible for Y/N to tolerate any loud noises, and thunder was one of the loudest and worst sounds imaginable (again, her exact words).
Yoongi would share some of his at-home troubles with Y/N, but she truly gave him a new perspective on what a toxic relationship with parents looks like. Sure, his parents were still unsupportive of his dreams to become a guitarist in a rock band, but he was willing to at least finish high school before trying to convince them to let him pursue music fulltime. He was holding onto hope that maybe his parents would come around, but even if they didn’t like what he did, Y/N has been there to fill the void since Yoongi first spoke to her in that tree.
He always played music for her, showing Y/N all the ideas he had for songs, performance concepts and she always was giving Yoongi 100% of her attention. She would even provide her own feedback on how some chords sounded, or if a guitar riff would be able to be done when sung by someone else. Yoongi felt more connected to his passion than he ever did, and it was all because of Y/N.
Today, Yoongi had brought some lyrics he wrote the other day when he let his mind wander to thoughts of Y/N.
After their first afternoon together, Yoongi ran home and wrote the first song he was actually proud of. Since then, he’s run every song he’s written by Y/N, her input meaning more than any critique he would receive from any teacher or even his parents. Before Yoongi could realize, Y/N had become his muse — the motivation and inspiration behind every verse and refrain he penned in blue ink in the pages of a worn and torn composition notebook.
He would hand Y/N the notebook, showing her whatever song he had been working on, and she would write her thoughts in the margins of the pages in a glittery, purple pen.
I like this phrase: "Born in a ditch but rise up a dragon..." feels empowering
“Set me free, these days I feel blue for some reason.” Colorful and full of imagery…I can see these words as I hear you sing them
This resonates deep in my soul, Yoongi. Are you a mind reader? “Because the dawn right before the sunrise is the darkest, You, in the future, never forget yourself now.”
I needed to read this today. Thank you, Yoongi “In this world covered with hatred, the Lotus Flower shall bloom again. Future’s gonna be okay.”
Yoongi was reading through some of the notes Y/N left the last time he saw her almost a week ago. This was the longest he had ever gone without seeing her, and Yoongi would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t worried about Y/N. He looked down at his phone, eyeing the time and feeling the worry grow in the pit of his stomach. Something about this week of no-contact just felt wrong to Yoongi, and he needed to know she was okay.
He had walked her home in the past a few times before, so Yoongi decided to take it upon himself to walk over to Y/N’s house just to make sure everything was okay. Though, if Yoongi were honest, he had the feeling things weren’t quite right.
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Y/N’s world had crashed down all around her in a matter of moments when her mother decided enough was enough, packed a suitcase and left her and her father behind to “start a new life.”
Apparently, the child Y/N’s mother had already wasn’t enough for her to stick around, and now, Y/N’s father had fallen back into old habits of constantly nursing a bottle of liquor to numb his emotions rather than face them. She had to pick up the slack caused by her mother’s abrupt departure, doing all the chores her mother was previously responsible for — from cooking all the meals to doing her father’s laundry because he was too drunk to even stand upright.
Drinking wasn’t the only nasty habit Y/N’s father seemed to pick up — now that her mother was gone, Y/N had become the outlet for her father’s pent-up, booze-induced rage. Over the course of the last week, Y/N’s father scolded her for every little move she made — whether it was because she wasn’t doing the chores “fast enough” or because she was taking an extra five minutes to herself in the bathroom to just have a moment of peace.
The worst of it, however, happened when Y/N came home from school a day or two after her mom left. Her father had drunk near an entire handle of Maker’s Mark, and when she came home, he screamed at her for over an hour, demanding to know where she had been all day. He was so drunk that when Y/N explained she had gone to school — just like most teens her age do — he didn’t believe her because he thought it was the first hours of the day rather than the middle of the afternoon.
When she tried to explain the misunderstanding, Y/N was met with a sudden, sharp, stinging pain as her own father struck her hard enough to knock Y/N back a couple of steps. Never had Y/N thought it possible for one of her parents to lay their hands on her, yet over the last week, her father had fallen into a violent spiral where Y/N was trapped in the middle.
Sometimes, he just shook her by the shoulders with a death grip harsh enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises. Other times he would throw empty liquor bottles at her, lamenting how if only Y/N were a better child, maybe her mother would’ve stuck around.
In a matter of 24 hours, Y/N’s life had gone from difficult but doable to a hellish cataclysm of constant physical, mental and emotional anguish.
All Y/N wanted was to be able to go back to the oak tree in the woods just to escape for a short amount of time, but most of all, she wanted to see him.
A realization Y/N had in the wake of the total upheaval of her life was just how much she looked forward to seeing Yoongi everyday. It truly had become routine — she would get out of school, text her parents she was going to study at the library with her friends, and then she would make her way to the oak tree in the woods to meet up with the boy who served as the only light in her world.
She had grown to cherish their songwriting sessions amongst the high branches, often sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder as he wrote lyrics. Yoongi always asked for her feedback on what he would write, and for Y/N, it was the first time someone actually seemed to value her opinion or input on something. He made her feel as if she was actually worth something, and she desperately needed to feel like she was needed — like she was worth the space she occupied.
As Y/N worked on washing the massive pile of dishes in the sink while her father slept in his room upstairs, she heard the knock on the front door. She shut the faucet off, walking to the front door as she adjusted the straps of her tank top. Looking out the peephole, Y/N felt her heart soar when she saw Yoongi standing on her front porch with his notebook in hand and guitar slung over his shoulder.
She quickly grabbed the cardigan hanging on the coat rack next to the door, slipping it on to hide the marks her father had left on the upper portion of her arms. Y/N opened the door, the first smile she had in days breaking out across her lips.
“Yoongi!” She beamed, closing the door behind her quietly to not wake up her father who was asleep upstairs. Y/N couldn’t help but notice the soft smile breaking out across Yoongi’s lips when she called his name. “What are you doing here?”
“You haven’t been back to our spot in over a week,” Yoongi took a step forward, his eyes scanning Y/N for any indicator something could be wrong. Immediately, he noticed she was tense — way more tense than what was normal for her. He also noted the presence of dark circles under her eyes, meaning she hadn’t gotten quality sleep in days. She looked absolutely physically and emotionally exhausted, and within moments of looking at her, Yoongi knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”
“Yoongi, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to see you-”
“Don’t apologize, Y/N. Never to me.” He looked at Y/N, his gaze intense as he looked down at her eyes, which at this point were starting to fill with tears she desperately tried to fight off. “You look like you haven’t slept in days, Sunflower. Talk to me, what’s going on?”
Yoongi’s words paired with the genuine concern in his opened the floodgates, the tears falling freely as Y/N felt the last bit of her restraint snap. Without thinking about it twice, Yoongi set down his notebook and guitar, reaching out to pull Y/N closer to him and cradling her in his arms as she sobbed.
Yoongi’s gaze turned dark as he held Y/N, his mind churning as he thought of what could possibly have caused the breakdown the girl clutching onto him was experiencing. Seeing her shoulders shudder as she wailed in his arms was enough to make Yoongi want to murder anyone who dared to hurt the one person, in his eyes, who deserved all the happiness in the world.
Whatever or whoever was causing Y/N to feel this way, Yoongi would make sure it never ever came close to her ever again.
“Shhh…” His voice was a hushed whisper as his hand moved to cradle the back of Y/N’s head, holding her securely in place as she wept in his arms. “Y/N, it’s okay…I’m here, talk to me.”
“My mom…” she said in between sniffles, her voice shaky and wrecked. “She left. She left, said she couldn’t take it anymore. That she needed to start over.”
“She what?” Yoongi’s eyes widened once the words left Y/N’s lips, his heart breaking for her as she told him the woman who gave birth to her just up and left. Not only that, she left her daughter behind to “start over,” as if Y/N was something she could just toss away without second thought.
“She’s gone, Yoongi…I’ve had to do all the chores she did, I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been crying on and off for over seven days straight, I feel like I’m losing my entire world.”
Her sniffled sobs were now turning into full-body shudders and hyperventilating, and Yoongi knew he needed to get her out of that house, even if it was just for a few minutes. He held her for a few more moments before pulling away just enough to look at Y/N, his hands resting on the top of her shoulders to help ground her.
“Y/N…” The way he said her name was almost as if he was handling it with utmost care, as if he was afraid one wrong move would cause Y/N to break. “What your mom did to you and your dad, it’s wrong. You can’t just walk away from your child like that-”
“But she did, Yoongi,” Y/N managed to choke out, her eyes glassy and her cheeks stained with tears. “She’s gone, my dad couldn’t take it and he’s back to drinking like he used to…”
Yoongi stiffened at her words, remembering how Y/N recounted her father’s alcohol abuse from her younger years. He remembered how Y/N’s entire demeanor changed as she recounted those stories, how her father would drink and then yell at her and her mother. Y/N insisted he never physically hurt her then, but she did say she saw him shove her mom a couple of times.
Every story Y/N told about her father made Yoongi’s blood boil, and hearing he relapsed after his child was abandoned by her own mother not only broke Yoongi’s heart, but outraged him. The situation was already bad enough for Y/N when it was just dealing with her mother’s decision to just leave her with her recovering alcoholic father, but learning her father had relapsed as a result of that decision made everything a million times worse.
This girl seemed to have no one in her corner, no one looking out for what’s best for her. Seeing Y/N in this state and hearing how those who were supposed to love her most were treating her made Yoongi sick to his stomach. He was beyond angry — he was livid.
“Your dad is drinking again?”
She nodded, looking down at the ground as she avoided looking into Yoongi’s eyes. “Yeah, and when he drinks he tells me it’s all my fault. That I’m the reason my mom left…and maybe he’s right.”
Yoongi was about to barge into this house and wring this pathetic excuse of a man’s neck for having the audacity to say something so disgusting and cruel to someone as wonderful and brilliant as Y/N, implying she was responsible for her mother’s actions. Instead of acting on his instinct to march upstairs and beat the shit out of the fucking prick, he took Y/N’s face in his hands, gently cradling her head and looking into her eyes as if she was the most priceless treasure Yoongi ever encountered.
“Your father is fucking idiot if he actually believes that, Y/N,” Yoongi’s thumbs wiped away the tears cascading down Y/N’s cheeks, his gaze softening as he spoke to her. “Your mother leaving…I can’t imagine how she made you feel, and now your father…”
Another tear fell down Y/N’s cheek, and Yoongi felt his own heart fall into his stomach as he spoke with a soft, tender timbre. As if on instinct, he continued to trace his thumbs along the sides of her cheeks while adjusting his hands to gently pull her face slightly closer to his. Yoongi then gently craned her head so he could make sure she was looking at him when he said what he wanted to say next.
“You did not cause this, Y/N — they’re the ones who failed you, not the other way around. They’re cowards, both of them, and you deserve so much better.”
Yoongi felt his own voice start to waver as his eyes glossed over, the thought of this girl he thought the world of being treated like garbage by her own parents bringing Min Yoongi to the verge of tears. He dropped his voice to a soft whisper, leaning in just a couple of centimeters as if to ensure his words were heard by her.
“Y/N, they’re idiots if they don’t see what I and so many others see.”
“And what do you see, then?”
“Radiance,” he answered instantly, his eyes wild with the desperation of wanting to help carry some of the pain she held in this moment. “That first time I saw you sitting in that tree, it was as if I saw the sun for the first time after years of darkness. I thought I was seeing a heavenly vision — an angel came to me, clothed in light. And Y/N, I swear to you, since that day, I’ve thought of you as one of the most brilliant, kind-hearted people I’ve ever met.”
Y/N’s eyes were wide as Yoongi spoke, her heart beating out of her chest at Yoongi’s words as the tears finally started to slow to a halt.
“Never in my life has anyone actually wanted to hear my ideas for music or has actually thought I was capable of doing something with it. Then I met you, and you not only were interested in hearing my ideas, but you actually listened. When I would work on a new verse, I would think about how I couldn’t wait to show you because you actually seemed to care. You’re so special, Y/N, and your parents are goddamn morons for not seeing something so blatant to me.”
Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as Yoongi poured his heart out on her front porch, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to cradle her face in his hands.
“If you’re about to ask me something stupid like if I actually believe what I just said, yes. Every. fucking. word.”
Y/N felt her shoulders visibly relax at Yoongi’s reassurance, her eyes misting once again but this time, because of kindness rather than cruelty. She melted into his touch, practically jumping to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling Yoongi close and holding onto him like her life depended on it.
After freezing for a moment from the surprise of the sudden embrace, Yoongi returned the embrace, his arms moving to wrap around her waist as he bent down to hold her close. They stood there for a moment — arms wrapped around one another — both doing everything to commit this moment between them to memory.
“All those things you said,” Y/N whispered, her face buried in the crook of Yoongi’s neck as he held her close. “That’s how I feel about you. You’re my light and my hope this will get better. When you’re around, the world doesn’t feel like it’s against me all the time. When I’m with you, Yoongi, I feel at peace.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to start shedding his own silent tears as her words pierced through the walls he had spent his entire life constructing. The icy, more reserved persona Yoongi had created to distance himself from the rest of the world started to crack when he met Y/N, but now, standing on her porch and hugging her close as if to keep her held together, Yoongi’s heart couldn’t deny what had been blooming over the course of the last year.
He offered her a soft smile, a couple of tears managing to fall down his cheek as he moved to tuck a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.
“I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. You’re going to get through this, and I’m going to be with you every single step of the way.”
Yoongi continued to brush the hair out of Y/N’s face with his hand, his fingers gently grazing the side of her face and sending a rush of relief washing over Y/N with every touch.
“Everyone deserves to have someone in their corner, and for too long, you’ve had to do life by yourself.”
He didn’t seem to notice how Y/N took a slight step closer, closing any space that was left between them as he whispered to her under the porchlight.
“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, my Sunflower,” Yoongi murmured as he cupped her face, bringing her face inches away from his. “You’ve got me, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
The floodgates were now fully open, Y/N falling completely into Yoongi’s arms as she continued to sob as he held onto her tightly, trying his best to help bring her comfort during the worst time in her life.
Without thinking, he placed a soft kiss on the top of Y/N’s head, softly inhaling the lavender shampoo Y/N used as he ran his hands through the back of her hair. She instantly melted into him, her shoulders shuddering as she continued to sob in his arms as Yoongi consoled her.
Yoongi noticed Y/N’s cardigan had slipped off her shoulder, and when it did, he saw marks resembling finger-prints wrapping around her bicep, making his heart freeze in his chest. He took a deep breath, his hand instinctively going to trace the bruises covering her arms, his eyes dark with the rage simmering just beneath his cold and collected persona as he looked at the fragile girl in his arms.
“Y/N. Where are these from?”
He felt Y/N completely freeze, her sobs even coming to a halt as she was silent. Her eyes moved to look at the now visible bruises along her shoulder and arm, her brain working to come up with an explanation. “I fell the other day-”
His mind instantly remembered the stories Y/N would tell from her childhood when her father would get physical with her mother when he would get drunk. Now that he’s relapsed and gone back to drinking, there was no one in that house other than Y/N for him to take all his anger and rage out on. A pit was forming in Yoongi’s stomach as it dawned on him what — or rather who — could have caused those bruises.
Yoongi instantly shook his head, his eyes still locked on the dark marks littering her skin. “Sunflower, you and I both know those are not from a fall.”
She froze again, her body going completely rigid as she went silent.
“Y/N, I need you to look at me.” Yoongi’s voice was soft and calm, despite the fury stewing just under the surface. He moved to cup her cheek with his left hand and crane Y/N’s head to face him completely, using the other hand to tenderly graze his fingertips over the bruises on her arm. “I need you to tell me the truth. Did someone do this to you?”
Y/N couldn’t speak, but she managed to give him a nod, the fear in her gaze evident. Yoongi swallowed hard, using every bit of restraint to remain calm as he asked the damning question.
“Was it your father, Y/N? Did he hurt you?”
Y/N couldn’t bring herself to answer, but the terror in her eyes was enough of a confirmation for Yoongi: not only had her mother abandoned Y/N, but she had become her father’s personal punching bag.
The universe must have a sick sense of humor, because in that moment, the front door swung open and revealed the man responsible for the turmoil Y/N was facing.
“Y/N, why haven’t you finished the dishes?” Yoongi fought the urge to grimace as the odor of stale liquor wafted every time Y/N’s father opened his mouth. Y/N’s father took a step — or rather, stumbled — closer to Y/N, and Yoongi moved to put himself between Y/N and the man he knew caused those bruises.
Y/N’s father glared at Yoongi, drunkenly lumbering over to stand over the two teens. “Who the hell are you, and why is your arm wrapped around my daughter?”
Yoongi was not about to let this man lay another hand on the girl who had spent the last hour trembling in his arms. Yoongi glared up at the pitiful excuse for a man, feeling Y/N cling to him tighter and cower behind him. His arm acted as a shield between her and the monster standing in front of them.
“Someone who seems to care more about your daughter than you ever have, apparently.”
Yoongi’s voice turned ice cold, his eyes burning with anger as Yoongi wanted nothing more than to leave behind bruises the way he left them on her. He felt Y/N’s fingers bunch the fabric on the back of his shirt as she watched the staredown between her father and the boy who transformed into her knight in shining armor.
Her father took another step toward Y/N and Yoongi, his rage building fast and visibly so. “I see my daughter is whoring around with a loser kid with a smart ass mouth.”
Before Yoongi could stop himself, his hands reached out, gripping Y/N’s father by the collar of his shirt and throwing him against the front door hard enough to nearly break it off the hinges.
“So you’re not just a drunk, pathetic excuse of a man who leaves bruises on his daughter’s arm, but you talk about her like she’s a burden to her own father? Color me surprised.”
Y/N stood — frozen in place — unable to speak as the scene unfolded in front of her. After a few moments, she gained the strength to step forward, reaching out to Yoongi.
“Yoongi, he’s just drunk-”
“Y/N. He will not talk to you that way, not in front of me.” Yoongi’s voice was almost a snarl — a cold rage icing over each word as he continued to hold the drunk man up against the door, his eyes burning into Y/N’s father’s. “No one should talk to anyone that way, let alone a father to his own child. You call me a loser, and though I may be a smartass, you’re the real loser here, you fucking son of a bitch.”
Before he could do anything to stop it, Yoongi saw a clenched fist come up in his periphery followed by the sudden feeling of ramming his head directly into a brick wall. Despite being punched in his eye, Yoongi still managed to hang onto the older man’s collar, so he threw her dad against the door, the drunken man’s head crashing into the worn brass door knocker and blood running down the side of his face. Somehow, Y/N’s father managed to shove Yoongi off him, creating enough distance to give him the time to collect himself before charging toward the 18-year-old boy.
Y/N started moving on her own, jumping in between her father and the boy who was doing everything in his power to protect her. She planted her feet firmly under her, and — without giving it a second thought — channeled every ounce of strength to bring her arm back, form a fist and throw the hardest punch Y/N could muster. Turns out, years of pent up anger at your parents can knock them right on their ass.
Y/N was shaking, her eyes wild with a pent up fury long overdue for release finally exploding as she stared down at her gobsmacked father. “You will not touch him. He cares about me, and I will not let you hurt the one person in my life that makes me happy.”
She turned to face Yoongi, who appeared in awe of how Y/N stood up for herself. He gave her a genuine smile, his left eye starting to swell from the punch he received earlier. “That’s my girl.”
For the first time in Y/N’s life, she felt empowered — like she was in control in the situation for once. She turned to Yoongi, feeling a wave of relief wash over her when she saw the same gummy smile that brought her comfort every day in their oak tree. She turned back to face her father, her voice almost darkening with all the unleashed suppressed resentment toward the man who failed Y/N over and over and over again.
“I am tired of being something you can walk all over, Dad. I’m tired of being blamed for what’s YOUR fault,” she started to raise her voice, the anger burning Y/N from the inside out. “And you can take all your anger out on me, but Yoongi is off limits. You will not attack him or touch him, and if you try to keep me away from him, I will go to the police about what you’ve been doing to me.”
“You fucking cunt,” her father drunkenly spat at Y/N, her heart slamming against her chest as he yelled at her. “I’m your father, and I will do with you what I see fit. This boy has clearly brainwashed you-”
She moved to stomp on her father in the shins — hard. She could feel a small crack from his leg when she did so, her father wailing and whimpering into concrete.
“No. You are a fucking alcoholic. A pathetic, depressed, cowardly DRUNK old man. You are a terrible father, and my whole life, I have never EVER been enough for you,” Y/N’s voice was now dangerously cold, anger seeping into every syllable. “Yoongi is the only person who has ever made me feel like I actually matter. All you and mom have ever shown me is how much you hate me and how I will never ever do anything worthwhile. And I’m done, Dad. I’m fucking done.”
Her father glared up at Y/N, then at Yoongi, his eyes glassy from the alcohol in his system. He turned back to Y/N, his gaze empty and barren of any sympathy for his own daughter. “It’s this attitude from you that ran your mother off, you brat.”
“No, it’s your inability to actually change and be a good father and husband that ruined everything. Oh, and that’s not even counting the times I saw you hit her when you drank before.”
She turned around, ready to leave her father on the porch to let him sleep off the alcohol while she set her plan in motion.
“Yoongi, will you walk me to the police station, please?” She asked, her voice shaking with nerves but still holding a hint of newfound confidence.
The boy nodded his head, smiling as he motioned for her to walk to him. “Yeah, let’s go, Sunflower.”
Y/N smiled as she started to take a step forward, Yoongi turning around to walk down the porch steps. She’d finally found the courage to take control of her situation, and now she would finally get some justice for everything she was forced to endure.
In just a second, that courage was swept away as a large hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her to the ground as her father wrapped that same arm around her to pin her to him. He then used the other hand to hold the blade of a cheap pocket knife against the column of her throat, his eyes wild with desperation, fear and unadulterated rage.
Yoongi heard the commotion and instantly turned around, seeing the knife by Y/N’s throat halting him in his tracks. His tone was deceptively calm, but it was to mask the fact he was planning 75 different ways to kill this man and make it look like an accident. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Don’t come closer,” her father slurred, his eyes almost demented and filled with an evil glint. “You will not go with him, Y/N. I forbid it.”
Y/N’s adrenaline was pumping, her mind working quickly to craft up the best plan to get out of her father’s grasp and get to help. As her father was working to try to open the door to drag her inside, a lightbulb went off — if she could just manage to keep her father at bay long enough for Yoongi to get help, she would have the best chance at getting out of this intact.
She turned to Yoongi, seeing the fear and anger in his body language and facial expression. His eyes were wild yet cold all at once, as if he wanted nothing more than to take the knife her father held against her neck and drive it into her father’s jugular.
“Yoongi,” she whispered low enough that her extremely impaired father couldn’t hear her. “Go get help. I have a plan.”
Yoongi hesitated — everything in his body screaming for him to stay with her out of fear of her father doing something reckless and irreversible. But he also knew Y/N was smart, if she had a plan, he had to be willing to trust her and follow her lead.
“Okay, I’ll go…please, be careful. I’ll be back, I promise.”
Y/N’s father managed to open the door, tightening his grip on his daughter and pressing the blade slightly harder into her neck, causing it to sting ever so slightly. “Y/N, you’re not leaving this house until you’ve learned to respect your father.”
Yoongi sprinted down the sidewalk, turning to look back as Y/N’s father dragged both himself and his daughter into the house. He knew every second that passed could mean the difference between life and death, and the thought of losing Y/N-
He couldn’t let his mind go there, so instead of falling into a spiral, Yoongi focused on each step as he sprinted with all his might to the police station 10 minutes away, praying with each stride he wouldn’t be too late when all was said and done.
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hehe my first true cliffhanger :3
i hope you enjoyed this part my lovelies, this lowkey turned out to be waaaay angstier than i initially planned, and i realized i had the chance to do a crazy cliff hanger. so sorry about that (but am i really?).
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