BTS ONE SHOTS

Min Yoongi drama/fluff

*TRIGGER WARNING* This story does not contain self harm - just someone getting hurt. However if this does upset you don't read on.

When you walked into your flat you expected to be met by your boyfriend Min Yoongi and his family. He had promised to make your dinner, as you prepared to meet his parents. But when you walked in you weren't greeted by him. Or a nice dinner.

All you found was a mess.

There was pasta sauce all over the wall and burnt vegetables in a pan on the stove. Even bits of spaghetti lay floating in the sink. There was a lot of glass on the bench and on the floor too. Your heart sank in your chest as you walked into your living room.

"Yoongi?" You called out. He hadn't even turned the lights on but there was a lot of mess. Your favourite lampshade was smashed on the floor and the sofa cushions were scattered all over the room. You could hear the shower running from your room, Yoongi had left the door wide open.

You found him in the shower, standing fully clothed and facing the wall. A bloodied fist balled up against it.

"Yoongi, baby what on earth are you doing?!" You shouted, opening the transparent cubicle door and pulling on his shirt.

"Jagi, leave me." He demanded, turning his head but unable to look at you.

"What did you do to your hand?" You persisted, the running water falling on your face now.

"I told you to leave me." He said forcefully.

"Well at least get out of the shower, the waters freezing!" You said, he nodded in return following you out. You left him in the bedroom to change his clothes and dry off. You began to tidy up the mess in the kitchen, accidentally cutting your hand on a large piece of glass.

"Ahh shit, sorry YN. Sorry Jagi," Yoongi entered the room, he grabbed your hands and you caught sight of his bruised knuckles.

"Did you punch something?" You asked, looking up, he bowed his head, hiding his eyes behind his hair.

"The wall in our room, I can fix it..." He grumbled. You took your hand from him, standing back.

"What on earth happened that led to this mess and you punching a wall?" You raised an eyebrow, wincing as you pulled bits of glass from your hand.

"They cancelled...again." He didn't look at you.

"Oh..." You said. He grabbed a towel to clean your hand. "Did they give you a reason?"

"Just another excuse." He mumbled, moving to tidy some of the mess up.

"Hey leave that, I'll sort it...talk to me."

"They annoy me so much. Because, it's like they don't care. Despite me being their son. They don't care enough to see me." He growled, balling his fists. You grabbed the hand he hadn't hurt. Curling your fingers between his.

"I know, it's not fair." You said. "But they will care Yoongi..." You tried.

"No Jagi you don't understand, they don't give a shit about me." He shouted, pulling his hands away. You tried to speak.
"Or you. They won't even meet you for gods sake,"

"I know, but that's ok. I don't mind."

"I do. We can't ever be a normal family because of them." He sighed, biting his bottom lip. You didn't know what to say, you knew things had always been strained with his parents. Instead of speaking you pulled him in for a hug, though Yoongi has never been that affectionate - he accepted love when he needed it.

"I do so much, to make them proud..." He murmured, resting his chin on your head. "Not once have they shown me that they are."

"Yoongi...maybe you need to stop working to make them proud and start working to make yourself proud?" You suggested, hugging him tighter in case he decided to let go.

"Ah ya...are you proud of me Jagi?" He asked quietly, you could imagine the look on his face right now, his bottom lip jutting out, eyes pressed shut.

"More than you will ever know." You whisper back, leaning up to press a soft kiss against his neck. He pulled back, smiling at you shortly with a sigh.

"Good." He said, then taking a glance around the room. He frowned at the mess he had made.

"How about I bandage up our hands, then I can clean up this place and you can go pick us up some take out?" You say, holding him at arms length.

"That sounds like just what I need...and later?" He asked, tilting his head to the side a little.

"You can make it up to me for messing up our kitchen." You smirk, watching him bite his lip playfully.

"Okay Jagi, whatever you want..." He smiled, almost feeling thankful his parents hadn't turned up because that meant he would be able to have you sooner. "Can I just say..."

"What?"

"Thank you. Our family might not be normal, but...we get by. I appreciate you putting up with that."

"I wouldn't ask for anything more Yoongi,"