Naughty Professor (Min Yoongi X Reader)

Chapter 11: To Build A Home

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Trigger warning:
-Anxiety—-

We ride with the windows down. You begin to relax as you're getting used to the presence of all the boys.
You for a moment you forget that you're still pissed at Jungkook and worried to death about your family.

Then Jungkook connects to Bluetooth and starts blasting Agust D and your heart swells with joy.

Maybe he's not so bad. This just got 10 times better.

Your voice isn't pleasant and your Korean is trash but you don't care as you scream the lyrics to "What do you think?". Tae joins in and you head bang piping out a cheerful "yeah, yeah!" you see Jungkook who looks like he's about to cry from holding in laughter. The rest of the car is silent and Yoongi is blushing while staring out the window to avoid eye contact.

"What?" You say with an annoyed tone as you're starting to get sick of not being in on the joke that is your life. "Why don't you ask him?" Says Jungkook with a sly glance in Yoongi's direction. He slides down in his seat, looking like he wants to disappear.

You press your lips into a thin line.

Is he also a super fan?

Jungkook glances down at your crop top (the Agust D merch), shakes his head while wiping away a tear and turns back around in his seat. Namjoon takes over the Bluetooth and blast a dramatic soundtrack for the test of the ride. Yoongi won't look at you and you can't help but feel sad. Then you remember sickening feeling of dread as you pull into your neighborhood.

Mom..... it doesn't matter if we're not blood, please be okay I'll forgive everything, I just want my old life back.  

Pulling into the driveway you hop out the van before it comes to a complete stop, clambering over Jimin in the process. "Hey," yells Jin. But you don't listen. You pull out your house keys and unlock the door to find..... an empty house. No furniture none of the platinum and gold records on the wall, no redwood piano, no scent of sage and herbal tea. It's just empty.

Jin rushes in behind you, "Are you crazy!?" he exclaims. "You could've gotten hurt, besides are you sure this is your house? There's a for sale sign out front and it's completely empty."

For sale? Empty? It's like...... my childhood never existed.... like I never existed.

The world is spinning. You feel you chest begin to tighten as the panic throbs in your mind.

I can't breathe.

That's right.

Your life is a lie remember? Remember?

You begin to giggle, then bust out laughing as you stumble around the living room where your favorite reading chair used to be. Where you would light inscents and heat wax on the mantle over the fireplace. You mother would stroke your hair and tell you how much she loved you.

Gone..... gone with the wind AhHahaHAHAHA!

You can't hear Yoongi calling your name or feel Namjoon holding you by the shoulders telling you to breathe-

The trees sway in the autumn breeze. The leaves crisp and brown, crunch under you feet as you walk on the pathway to your house. You mother opens the door and embraces you in a warm hug. Her smile, filled with so much joy and adoration. You hear the rustling of the tress with the wind and just like that, she blows away. You cry out for her, your dad, your siblings. The feeling of hot water sliding down your cheeks as you cry for her.

You feel warm, skinny fingers stroke your face.

"I'm sorry," whispers a a deep and groggy voice. It's like the low hum of a cello. You open your eyes and peer into a dark catlike gaze. All the memories come flooding back like the rush of a river.

"Oh you're awake," he says. But this time he's not shy or withdrawn. You only see concern as he holds you in his arms, your head on his chest.

Where am I?

The room is dimly lit. You look down to see your body covered in blankets. A hotel maybe? No else is around, it's just you and him.

Him...... Dr.Min...... Yoongi???? My head on his chest?

You jerk your head back up to look a him. He's still staring at you. "You okay? I mean I know you're not you can't be. You have to believe me when I say I didn't know this would happen-." You reach your hand up and press a finger against his lips.

"Shhhhh, it's not your fault. There's no way you would show me "my world" and then rip everything else away for me....."

You begin to cry. He strokes your hair. "Don't cry, please. I'll do whatever it takes to fix this." He says with a serious look in his eyes.

My idol, my professor, my caretaker now I guess. Maybe even my friend..... all the others too. Maybe I can build a home here. Maybe I can become a part of whatever the hell this is. Because if I can't......

Then I have nothing-

You and Yoongi stare into each others eyes. A silent pact of determination.

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