Take My Hand | KNJ ONE-SHOTS & IMAGINES

Pretty Boy

"So, how are things with you and Yoongi?" your best friend asks, not even bothering to conceal her shit-eating grin. You feel your heart skip a beat as you glance at your bedroom door to make sure it's shut.

"Don't talk so loud! You know the walls are thin!" you hiss.

"So what?" your best friend scoffs. "The music coming from your brother's room is so loud that I doubt those two idiots can even hear each other, much less us."

"Still!" you say. "Please don't tease me in front of him. I don't want him to know I have a crush on him!" Your face is impossibly red.

Yoongi is your older brother's best friend. He's been a part of your life for as long as you can remember, and there's never been a day where he hasn't hung the moon in your mind.

You remember the day you first crossed paths with Yoongi. It was sunny out, and your brother was walking you home from school. He was so angry. He hated having to "babysit" you. But, you weren't a baby! You were a big kid, just like your brother! Who cares that he was old enough to stay up late on weekends, and walk to the park all by himself? Not you, that's for sure.

As you and your brother walked through a popular park, a swarm of older boys circled around the two of you. "Yah, there he is!" the boys sneered, glaring at your brother. "You didn't think you could talk all that shit at school and not pay for it, right? You're not that stupid, are you?"

"Shit," your brother hissed, glancing down at you. "We're still far from home. Y/N, listen to me. You have to hide, okay?"

"What?!" you cried, staring up at him in horror. "But you—!"

"Yah, let's fight already! Fight us, or we'll kill you and the squirt." The older boys pressed in closer, their hands curling into eager fists, their grins stretching ghoulishly wide.

"Y/N, run!" Those were the last two words your brother was able to speak before a fist slammed into his mouth.

You ran away, taking shelter inside of an empty plastic tube that acted as a bridge in the park's playscape. You could hear the sounds of the fight: grunts, sudden raucous cheers. God, you hoped your brother would be okay. "Don't let him die, don't let him die...!" you whispered as you clasped your hands and bowed your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

"Yah, I think I hear a little mouse!" The sinister, lilting voice echoed eerily in your tube. Your eyes flew open, your heart plummeting straight to your feet. One of the older boys had snuck over to your hiding place. His face resembled the most vile, twisted mask you had ever seen. "Oh, looks like I was right! Come here, little mouse! I wanna squish you!" He began to climb into the tube with you. You scrambled back, your voice caught in your throat.

"Oppa!!" you desperately screamed for your brother. But he had his own giants to deal with. He didn't save you; couldn't save you. However, just because your brother couldn't help you doesn't mean the rest of the park was deaf to your cries.

"Hey, what are you doing?" This voice was unfamiliar. You sobbed as you inched back further, leaving the safety of your tube and squatting on the hard metal of the playscape. "What're you doin' there?"

"Back off!" the boy that followed you said, his voice hard with anger. "Mind your own business!" He moved toward you again, grinning.

You continued to back away from him, your hands leaving the metal grate and instead finding the warm rubber of the playscape's slide. If you were to keep going, you'd take the slide backwards.

"Leave her alone!" That new voice was loud as well. God, they sounded mean. You turned toward the sound, your eyes finding a boy glaring up at the play structure. He looked to be the same age as your brother, although the hard scowl that darkened his face aged him considerably. Even after all this time, Min Yoongi is still able to pull that same face. "Yah," he said, his gaze meeting yours. "Is he messing with you?"