Mom: (shouting from the kitchen) Rise and shine, sleepyhead! The sun’s up, the birds are chirping, and I’ve already burnt the toast twice!
Yoongi: (mumbling from under the covers) Five more minutes, Mom. I’m trading with my dreams for an extension.
Mom: (rolling her eyes) Trading with your dreams? Last I checked, they don’t accept late payments!
Yoongi: (half-conscious) Can’t I just hit the snooze button on life for a bit?
Mom: (playfully exasperated) Sure, as long as you don’t mind waking up in the year 2050!
Yoongi: (groaning) Fine, fine. But can you bring the breakfast to me? I promise not to sleep-eat.
Mom: (chuckling) Oh sure, I’ll just airlift it to your bedside, shall I? Maybe add a side of bacon parachute?
Yoongi: (grinning) That actually sounds pretty great. But seriously, I’m getting up now... zzz.
Mom: (mock gasping) Did you just sleep-talk? I think I heard you order breakfast in your dreams! I’m seriously starting to think you’re an alien.
Yoongi: (smirking) What else would I be, Mom? Didn’t you download me?
Mom: Come down here, or I’ll shut that mouth by stuffing cat sh!t in it!
Yoongi: Alright, alright, I’m coming! Jeez!
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Life can be like a rollercoaster, you know? Some folks cruise through it like it’s a walk in the park, while others are weighed down by responsibilities and debts. Then there are the hard workers, finding joy in the daily grind. But in the mix, there’s a special breed—the lucky ones born into a world of luxury and excess. That’s where Yoongi fits in—a rich kid living the high life, surrounded by everything money can buy.
Yoongi’s got it all handed to him on a silver platter. With his cocky smirk and confident strut, he passes through life like he owns the place. But there’s a darker side to him too—a wild streak that knows no bounds.
To him, innocence is just a game, and love is nothing but a distraction.
He rules his social circle, always at the center, with people and girls swarming around him, drawn to his charm and the thrill of his dangerous vibe. But beneath that tough exterior, Yoongi is lonely. The thrills, the luxury—it’s never enough. There’s a void that no amount of money or fame can fill, and he’s constantly trying to distract himself from it.
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Yoongi: (grumbling) Can’t a guy even have a moment of peace on the toilet?
Yoongi checks his phone, his annoyance growing as he sees who’s calling.
Yoongi: (answering the call) What is it now, huh?
???: (a trembling voice) Yoongi, w-where are you?
Yoongi: (annoyed) Feeling needy already? Last night wasn’t enough for you?
???: (nervously) I just… I wanted to talk to you about something important.
Yoongi: What, did you miss me that much, or are you just bored?
???: I want you to meet my mom and dad.
Yoongi: And what makes you think I’d do that? I told you last night that I loved you because it was convenient, nothing more.
???: Y-You don’t mean that, Yoongi. I thought…
Yoongi: (coldly) What gave you the impression I’d ever love someone like you? Look, don’t ruin my morning with your whining. Goodbye.
Yoongi hangs up without a second thought, returning to his routine as if nothing happened.
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Yoongi: (sarcastic) Morning, Dad.
Dad: (sternly) Where were you last night?
Yoongi: Out with the boys, obviously.
Dad: Which friends?
Yoongi: (rolling his eyes) Like you don’t already know who they are.
Mom: (firmly) Speak with respect, Yoongi!
Yoongi: (mocking) Respect? From me? Look, if you’re done grilling me, can I eat in peace?
Dad: We know you weren’t with the boys. Care to explain where you really were?
Yoongi: So what if I wasn’t with them? I’m twenty-seven, doing my “higher studies” just like you wanted, following your precious plan. What more do you want?
Without warning, his dad slaps him across the face. Yoongi stands there, stunned yet expressionless. It’s not the first time he’s felt his parents’ disapproval in such a painful way.
Yoongi: (forcing a smile) Guess that’s breakfast done for me. Goodbye, Mom, Dad.
He storms out, ignoring his mother’s silent prayers as she wishes, deep down, that her son would find a better path.
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At University
Yoongi: Yo, what’s up, gang?
The group of six guys looks up and greets him, one of them chuckling.
???: We were just talking about the drama that chick, Minha, created.
Yoongi: (smirking) What did she do now?
???: She lost it on us for not giving her your address. Her parents must’ve found out she lost her V-card to you.
Yoongi grins smugly, feeling a twisted sense of pride.
Yoongi: She should be grateful I only left her in one piece.
The group laughs, but the laughter is interrupted by a sudden, slow clapping. Yoongi’s grin fades as he sees Minha walking toward him, her face filled with a quiet fury.
Minha: (sarcastically) Congratulations, Yoongi. Telling your filthy friends about our “personal moments”—you must be so proud.
Yoongi: (smirking) Save your drama, Minha. Not interested.
Minha: (fiercely) You used me and tossed me aside like I was nothing. How could you?
Yoongi: (coldly) Don’t kid yourself. You’re nothing to me. Just like a tissue paper—used, dirty, and discarded.
The guys laugh, but only one was standing all serious with poker face, egging him on, but Minha’s face only hardens.
Minha: (voice trembling) I loved you, Yoongi. From the depths of my heart, I cared about you.
Yoongi: (scoffs) Love? What makes you think I’d ever waste that on someone like you?
Minha: (steadies herself, a newfound strength in her voice) I wish, Yoongi, I wish with every fiber of my being that you fall in love. Not just a casual fling or an infatuation—but real, deep love. The kind that will tear you apart if it’s taken away. And when you finally feel that love, I hope someone snatches it away before you can grasp it. Consider it my curse upon you—a fate you’ll carry like a weight around your heart.
Yoongi falters, momentarily taken aback by her words, but quickly brushes it off with a scoff.
Yoongi: (smirking) Whatever, drama queen. Enjoy your tragic fairytale ending.
Minha walks away, leaving him with her curse ringing in his ears. And for the first time, he feels something he hasn’t felt in a long time—a sliver of discomfort, a crack in his indifferent facade.
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To Be Continued...
Author’s Note: Alhumdulilah, I have completed my Tafseer in the Quran-e-Pak, and I feel blessed to share knowledge about Islam. May these stories inspire and entertain, while also planting seeds of self-reflection and growth.
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