(1) The Start

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** Author's Note: WELCOME TO THE FIRST CHAPTER! BUCKLE UP YOUR SEAT BELTS! This is also a Y/N perspective so I will be using "I" "myself" "me" while writing this.**

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I woke up to the sound of glass being thrown on the floor in my kitchen. 

Shit, mom and dad's at it again. 

My parents have always been fighting since I was at least 5 years old.

It's the type of relationship where when you're not around they act like hyenas trying to take the lions food, but when you come around they act so angelic and sweet to each other as if you never heard them battling a while ago. I really fucking hated it because it was so...

Fake. Literally fake love. 

My birthday coming is up in a week and a half and I'll be turning 19 years old. 

19, still I don't have a boyfriend.

19, still I haven't had sex. 

Sex was the last thing on my mind, though. I was just thinking of a plan to get the hell out of my house and away from my damned parents. The only good thing was that it was New years. And I'm definitely gonna be moving out soon.

"Fuck this," I huffed, rolling out of bed and stretching. 

Tonight, my best friend was throwing a New Years frat house party where all the fuckboys go to get laid by the sluts and hoes.

 There is no way in hell I'm a slut or a hoe. I'm simply too innocent to be in a house full of druggies and all the things you'd find at a frat house party.

My best friend and I were two different types of people: 

I'd go to school to get education- he'd go to school to fuck girls in a locker room.

I'd get a job and work- he'd slack of and get head from one of his fellow employees and get fired the next day.

I'd wear anything comfortable- he'd wear leather jackets and black ripped jeans,  what he calls  the "Bad Boy style."

His name was Min Yoongi.

I have no idea why I befriended him, but I just did.  Maybe it was because he was hot, but that's not the point.

Min Yoongi was a whole ass playboy, 20 years old, tattoos all over and if he'd have to get an award for how many girls he's slept with, he would. 

Yes. That many. 

What am I even doing having a best friend like him?

Even though Yoongi was like this, I still liked him because he was always so soft and kind to me. He once protected me from the bullies when I was young and helpless, and that was a memory I could never forget. 

He always bought me presents, even brought me a bouquet of flowers when I was very sick.

He was just the best person for me. A really good best friend.

I even had feelings for him at some point, I even considered about doing the friends with benefits thing, but he started going insane by becoming a fuckboy, and going to parties, drinking till he can't stand...

And I don't like fuckboys or playboys. I liked someone who was only going to like ME not someone that was going to like ME but check some other girl out at the same time. Not someone who was going to put all his anger issues and problems by trying to make other people feel hurt, or feel the same way. 

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