the monster in my closet.

1 | mother's beliefs

a/n: just a disclaimer for some readers... THIS WAS MY FIRST FANFIC LMAO SO PLS DONT JUDGE !! goodness gracious it's so bad i dont even wanna edit it- ANYWAY i love yall for the support and if you ever need someone, i'm here ♡ okay, enjoy!

"Good night, Yoomi. And what did I say? You didn't close the closet door! The monsters will come after you!," my mother says, peeping into my room before I went to sleep.

"Mom... That joke isn't funny anymore, I'm 17," I say, rolling my eyes. "I love you, but it isn't real."

"Yoo, this isn't a joke," my mom says, brushing through her hair frustratedly with her fingers.

"Please don't--"

"This is a really warning going through our family line for years and years so our belief is that monsters are real. They come out of closets. Out of areas that are so cliché no one will believe they live--"

"Mom. Okay, I get it. Go get some rest," I say, lightly nudging her towards her room. "Your boyfriend is probably waiting for you."

"I know you don't like him, but you know that after your father passed I was broken without a companion. He's really nice-"

"If it makes you happy, I guess..," I interrupted. She moved on too fast...

I feel as though she treats me like a baby. I'm almost graduating high school and she is still worrying about my closet being open and treating it like a whole Santa Claus or Tooth-fairy thing. But unfortunately, I don't get rewards for behaviors, I get a monster for just leaving a closet open. As if.

"Hey, Yoom, go to sleep already. And your fucking closet..," my brother, Min Yoongi says, closing my closet.

"You don't seriously believe in those monsters, do you, Yoong?," I say.

"Does it even matter?" he says, rushing out of the room after hearing the microwave beep.

"I guess..," I say, hugging into my comforter.

⭐

"Class dismissed!," my last teacher says, sighing. finally. summer break.

"There's 104 days of summer vacation and school comes along just to end it...," I sing with a giggle as I leave the school.

"Yoom! I'm here to pick you up. Mom made me come here early," I hear my older brother whine. "How was your last day?"

"Same as always. Boring. There was this one guy--"

"Was he flirting with you?" he asks, rolling up his sleeves

"No, he was picking on me," I hiss, scowling at my brother's protectiveness

"Alright, good."

"Wow, thanks for the concern. But eh, he looked like a whole thumb anyway. And I'm thinking about moving schools next year, too," I say.

He hums, nodding slightly while staring at his phone. "I'm hungry, wanna go to my new home office?"

"Don't call it an office when more than 75% of the time you're in there, you're sleeping," I say. "But yeah, I guess, since you seem super uninterested in what I tell you."

⭐

"So here it is!," he says, opening the room that used to be a game room.

"Wow. It's nicer than I expected. I thought there was gonna be a bunch of dollar store gold chains or something lame like that."

"Listen, sis... Thats the whole point! I was trying to look professional," he says.