Top Student -- BTS Min Yoongi FanFic

Chapter Sixteen

Yoongi's POV

Watching as Seon unlocked her front door, my hands began to twitch. I knew this wasn't going to end well. Things like this would never be easy.

No matter how much I'd like it to be.

She entered the house, her movement careful and posed to make minimum sound. As she left the door ajar and went further inside, I could feel the other boys grow restless and nervous like me.

I began to count, trying to calm my nerves. One, two. Hurry up. Three, four, five. Grab your shit and go. Six, seven, eight, nine.

By the time I reached sixty seconds, nothing had happened. It was like everything was still and frozen. I shuffled, shifting my weight to the other side. The gravel underneath my boots crunched, the sound amplified in my ears due to the adrenaline pumping.

Eventually, after a good three hundred and sixty seconds, Seon had appeared at the door with two bags. Letting out a sigh of relief, I stared as she carefully shut the door behind her and made her way down the steps and towards us.

"That was surprisingly easy," she commented, somewhat breathless. The wind blew and pushed her hair in her face, causing her to pull strands away from her lips. My eyes stayed trained on her lips because of that.

"You got what you need?" I asked, blinking out my daze.

Before she could respond, the door flew open. Disappointment flooded my head when I saw her parents both glaring furiously.

"What do you think you're doing, Ha-Seon?" her mother snapped viciously. "You disappear for days and suddenly show up like this?"

Seon stiffened, obliviously panicking, but turned around and faced them. Her face was painted with determination, but I could feel by the way her hands trembled she was faking it.

Namjoon sighed besides me, already growing irritated.

"I'm going to stay with a friend for the time-being," Seon's voice shook but was firm, "I think it would be better for the both of us."

Her father's face twisted, disgusted and outraged. Oh boy, here we go.

"A friend? You mean those sleazy boys behind you?" He scoffed. "They aren't trying to help you. All men have one motive."

"Let's just go," I tried to suppress my anger at his commentary. Honesty, all I wanted to do was shut him up, but I knew it wouldn't help at all.

Thank God my hearing was selective and I could block out the blabbering of her parents. I grabbed one of Seon's bag and started to walk away, the sound of everybody else following in pursuit.

"Hey, get back here-" the father's voice grew closer. Seon let out a cry of pain as I turned around.

He held her hair in a tight fist, pulling her backwards and yanking her scalp. Before I could even think, my fist flew on it's own and landed flat on his face. Immediately, he lost grip and pulled away, holding his already bleeding nose.

Seon fell to the floor, holding her head and sobbing in pain. Namjoon quickly dropped down to check on her, helping her get up. Fury and anger blinded me.

"Who the fuck do you think you-" he got cut off as somebody gripped him by the collar and tugged him further away from Seon. Hoseok.

"How about you politely shut up and let us leave?" Jin's voice sounded calm but was laced with danger.

The father looked around wildly, shoving Hoseok away from him. His face morphed into confusion and desperation.

"I'm going to call the police-"