I woke up the next morning to the sound of my ringing alarm.
I quickly turned it off and laid back down, when my body demanded some more minutes to rest.
Just when I was feeling myself slipping back into sleep, I forced myself to get up, leaving behind the comfort of my bed.
I went in the bathroom and did my usual morning routine, just when I was going to exit the room, I quickly glanced at my bandaged arms, examining them.
The cuts had definitely reopened during the night, as faint pink stains could be seen.
I took out the first aid kit, in order to change the medication.
Several cries of pain escaped my lips when I tried to remove the bandages as the wounds had adhered to the gauze.
Somehow I managed to successfully take them off, and proceeded to medicate the cuts.
When I exited the bathroom, Yoongi was up and done with breakfast, as he was placing the last pancake on the plate.
He greeted me while I took a set at the table, thanking him for the food, as we both dug in.
"Where are you going ?" the singer asked while I was already jumping down of Betty, backpack over my shoulder.
"To work" was my short answer.
"I don't think so" he said, leaving his work to give me full attention "You are not going back there."
"B-but, Mark..."
"I don't care what that bastard says" he said, making me flitch by his stern voice "You are not going there, period."
"Beside" he added, this time more gently "we should continue our journey".
"April" he said when he noticed I was still unsure "You have like, what...3? 4? Jobs around; I don't think leaving one will be that bad."
"five" I answered before going back in and leaving the backpack on my bed.
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Several minutes later we were already speeding down the road, leaving behind bad memories.
The music was blasting through the speakers, while the gentle breeze was caressing our hair.
A new song came on and I turned up the volume, eager to hear more.
"This guy is good" I commented while pushing the break when a red light came.
"Yes, it's Jungkook" he casually answered.
"What?" I asked "Do you know... wait!" I quickly paused, piecing the pieces together "Is this your group?"
A bright red Yoongi who suddenly found the scenery attractive, was enough to have a clear answer.
"Yoongiii!" I playfully called him "Do you sing too?" I asked, not giving the time to the boy to properly answer "Can you sing something for me? Please?"
He shook his head, getting even more red than what it was before.
"Well, I can just go search for it." I said, while scratching my head "what's the name of the group?"
"No!" was the quick response from the boy "and I'm not going to tell you" he said while crossing his arms.
I laughed at his childish behavior, while the song came to an end.
Everyone! This were Bts! The voice of the broadcaster came through the speakers.
I tuned to Yoongi with a playful look painted on my face.
A face palm from the boy was the only response I had.
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A/N: hello!
I'm alive! I' m really sorry for the long break, now that I feel like i'm in a better place mentally I'm ready to get back here :)
I have some chapters ready, so I'll try to update as ofted as I can
if anyone is even following this story/ reading this... have a good day!
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Freedom- Yoongi BTS
Teen Fiction"I thought I was finally free, but in reality I was just running away from my problems." Yoongi is left behind by the members and April is a young woman travelling around in her van still searchin the real meaning of freedom. They will find each oth...
