So Far Away | Min Yoongi

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*Third Person POV*

Yoongi and Eunji decided to stop by in a convenience store, particularly because there is not a lot of people around. They sat at one of the tables, the farthest one from the cashier, barely visible to any customers at all.

As they both sat down, no one started to talk. Something inside of them has stopped them both from conversing. They both looked down at the floor as they sat across from each other. Eunji started to play with the napkin dispenser, tapping the plastic plate as the small machine continues to let out napkins.

"Runaway with me." Yoongi said all of the sudden, breaking the ice.

Eunji's hand froze on top of the machine, a laugh coming out from her small mouth next. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm going to runaway." Yoongi replied. "My parents are not going to let me go to Seoul to practice a profession they don't want me to do. You should come with me and you can be a chef there just like you imagined and we'll be together until you get your restaur-"

"Yoongi." She stopped him, a scoff escaping her lips. "Are you hearing yourself right now?" 

"Yes, but i'm sure of what I want." He takes both of her hands, her eyes that was filled of fright turned into eyes that was filled of comfort, as if she was promised security. "And that's to never be apart from you anymore."

"Fine," she comes to a conclusion after a solid minute. "But I need to at least try to ask my parents."

"Whatever you want." He replies with a smile. "As long as we'll be together."

*

"Excuse me?"

My mom can't believe her ears after I truthfully explained everything. My dad stood quietly beside her, just right at the doorway while I sat vulnerably on my bed like some type of prey that is about to get devoured. He had his hands on his back for the whole time they were here.

"Going to Seoul to study?" My dad repeats, stepping closer. "How can you study in the biggest city of South Korea when you didn't even take a single test in your school?!"

His voice roared in anger as he threw me a paper that is similar to the test paper I handed in a while back. The paper had hit my face, and knocked down into my lap, Yoongi's name written on top of the paper.

Why did they have to find out now? Why now when i'm asking the most important thing I have ever asked ever before in my life?

"How dare you trick us like this? You threw your grades in the trash just for a boy?" She said quietly, hurt and disappointment ringing from her voice. "I didn't raise a daughter to become like this."

"I love him and he's... he's the only reason why I want to study in S-" I started but was soon silenced by a palm hitting my cheek.

Moments of when Yoongi's father slapping me played in my mind, the exact scenes happening again like i'm still there. But this one had definitely hurt even more.

Because it was my dad.

My own dad has slapped me for the first time in my life.

"Did you really think we'll let you go away after doing nothing but disobeying us?" He sneered at me, withdrawing his hand. "You will stay here and become a doctor no matter what you say or do and that's final."

He caresses my mother's back as they were about to leave my room. Is this the end? Am I not going to be with Yoongi again? Could I just live for the rest of my life like this? Unhappy and forced by my own damn parents?

I can't let that happen anymore.

I stood up from my bed, a creaking sound stopping my parents from leaving the room. They both turned around, waiting for me to say something.

"I have done nothing but follow you for eighteen years of my life. I chose the clothes you wanted me to wear, I ate the food you wanted me to eat, I studied the courses you wanted me to study." I paused, my cheeks becoming completely wet from tears that are falling from eyes continuously. "But you can't make me feel what you want me to feel."

"You stupid bi-" My dad shaking with anger is about to attack me again, and I steadily open my eyes as I prepare myself for whatever he was about to do.

But my mom stepped in and pulled my dad behind her. And for the first time in my life, I saw her eyes that are usually bright and smiling now filled with tears that I didn't know she was capable of having.

"Do whatever you want." She sniffs deeply, closing her eyes. "But remember this,"

I was for certain that nothing could change my mind at the moment. I am sure that no matter what happens, I want to be with Yoongi and I will go to Seoul with him regardless of what my parents had to say.

But then my mom spoke the words that kicked sense into my brain, making me as confused as I will ever be.

"He wouldn't choose you from his dream."