𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝐿𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 (𝐵𝑇𝑆 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

15

((Y/N)'s pov)

~time skip to morning~

I woke up and did a little stretch and let out a sigh.

I looked next to me and sure enough Yoongi was still dead asleep

I then heard a soft knock on the door, scaring me just a little bit

"What?" I replied softly enough to not wake Yoongi and for the person on the other side of the door to hear me

"Can I come in?" They asked making me sigh

"Sure I guess" I rolled my eyes

"Oh, Yoongi's still asleep? Not much a surprise there." Namjoon said softly

"So are you here just to inspect the room?" I joked sitting up

"Right, um breakfast is ready " Namjoon said dipping his hands in his pockets

"Ok? " I said the tension raising by 1,000,000

"Ok bye" Namjoon said awkwardly leaving

"What did he want?" Yoongi asked, his eyes still closed

"Oh, breakfastis ready" I said taking my phone from the night stand which I set there last night

"How much do we have left till school?" Yoongi asked rubbing his eyes

"45 minutes" I said opening my messenger app

"Alright, so are you gonna eat then?" Yoongi asked closing his eyes again

"No, I don't eat breakfast. Are you gonna eat?" I asked checking to see if I got any messages

"Yeah-"

"SHIT! FUCK!" I yelled ripping the blanket off of me, getting up and looking for my backpack around the room

"What?" Yoongi asked sitting up

"None of your business, where the fuck is my damn bag? " I asked frustrated looking literally everywhere and not being able to find it

"Well jeez, you don't have to be an ass" Yoongi said reaching under his bed and pulling out my bag

I stomped over to him and snatched my bag from his hand and made my way to the bathroom to change

"Whats wrong? " Yoongi asked on the other side of the door

"Do you know what mind your own business means? Cause ill gladly explain it to you" I sneered making him scoff and chuckle

I pulled a random outfit out of my bag not really caring if it matched and put it on.
I stumbled out of the bathroom and got all my things together and headed out, not caring about the boys questioning me at my sudden leave.

I ran down the street, my backpack hitting my back with every step I made. It hurt but I didn't care, I needed to see my mom.

My low life father sent a message...

**I think I've killed your mother**
I ran and ran until my lungs were moments from collapsing and gave myself a few seconds to regain at least some oxygen

Then I continued running to the house I hate to call home...

~time skip to when you get to the house~

It had been 34 minutes of running, taking 3 stops for air but I finally arrived

I burst through the door to see my father sitting on the couch, just casually scrolling through something on his phone

"What. The. FUCK!?" I screamed at the bastard

"What?" He asked like he did nothing wrong

I scoffed and rolled my eyes