i'm here [yoongi]

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i woke up to feeling vibration near the lower half of my body. i rose up from my bed and looking down seeing scattered papers as i realize i fell asleep from studying last night. i was still in last nights clothes. jeans and a white t-shirt. i pull my phone out of my pocket after i realize it's still vibrating. it was yoongi.

yoongi and i have been neighbors for years. as long as i can remember actually. i considered him to be my best friend and he would say the same as well.
i check the clock to see the time as i hear the pounding thunder and pouring rain outside.

3:53 am

i slowly answer.

"hi yoongi."

"i need something"

"yoongi what could you possibly need at this hour?" he did this quite regularly believe it or not.

"please y/n , i really need you to come over. they left again" he said as you could tell he's been crying.

"yoongi, i'll be right over." i said as i hung up.

my heart dropped as i knew he was talking about his parents. they did this a lot knowing and not caring about his sons mild anxiety and depression issues. i felt an indescribable anger towards them. it was their actions which had piled up onto yoongi causing him to make him feel the way he does.

i grabbed my bag from under my bed and left a note for my mom telling her where i'd be. i then ran down the stairs and out the door at a speed i was impressed at. i then hopped over the fence that separated his yard from mine. as i got to his door, i used my key to his house and slowly opened the door being slightly soaked from the rain.

"yoongi? yoongi it's okay i'm here." i say out in a soft voice.

i threw down my bag as i listened for his reply, only to hear a faint sob coming from his bathroom upstairs.

i rushed up the stairs to his bathroom door and lightly knocked.

"yoongi open up, it's me." i said soothingly through the door.

every sob that came from him pulled and twanged at my heart strings, it still breaks my heart to see him like this. he didn't have attacks all that often, but when they happened, they were bad and it frightened me.

finally the door flew opened, and yoongi came tumbling out, falling into my arms, and tears running down his slightly reddened cheeks.

"i-i woke up to a b-bang and it w-was my d-dad. he was d-dragging suit cases down the stairs. they've gone a-again."

his breathing started to calm down

"yoongi, look at me. those no good parents of yours don't matter anymore, okay? i'm here now. let's go to bed" i said as i held his face and slightly smiled, grabbing ahold of his hand, bringing him toward his bedroom.

the one good thing about the whole situation is that yoongi never tried to take his own life. ever. and i was so proud of him for that, his strength gave me strength.

we got into his bed, and so we slept, side by side, bodies wrapped around one another slowly falling asleep as we heard the fast but calming raindrops hit against the ground.

few hours skip

waking up with yoongi's arms around my waist and his head resting on my stomach made me wake up with a smile. that is, until i look over at the clock and see that we're 30 minutes late to school and noticing i'm still in the same clothes.

"yoongi" i whisper slightly nudging his shoulder to wake him up.

"mmhm, 10 more minutes" he moaned, his hand sliding up my stomach, stopping just slightly underneath my bra.