Asphyxiate⇉m.yg

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Min Yoongi.
The name is so familiar, like home. Like a real home.

   Min Yoongi was a home to me. We were best friends since day one, attached by the hip. He did everything with me and I did everything with him. Many long years of this friendship flourished and we were thick as thieves. Sadly enough, I grew very fond of this boy as well. He wriggled his way into my heart with his ever changing hair and ghostly white skin. Even sadder, he soon became my muse, I wanted to study him and adore him constantly. I wanted to watch him smile at the worlds lessons and life surrounding him, and it was my peace to know that he was eating well and being taken care of by others.

But I knew all too well.

Min Yoongi didn't love me.

We were friends.

Just friends.

"You're like my sister, y/n. Of course I'm going to invite you."

"I've known you so long, we might as well be related."

"Remember when that lady really thought we were twins?"

Yes, Min Yoongi may be an honor student, but he could never find out the true things I have locked away from him.

"This hurts. Why are you doing this to yourself, y/n?"

"I can't stop. He's my whole sky."

"Well you aren't even a star in his."