**Min Yoongi Imagine**
(Inspired by another story)
It was past 12:00 am and for some reason I couldn't sleep. My gut was telling me there was something wrong. As I leaned against my headboard and stared blankly at the tv, my phone went off. It was Yoongi...
Best Friend: y/n?
What's wrong? :y/n
Best Friend: they did it again... I can't do this
Hey no
I'll be there soon :y/n
Hang in there!
"Good god!" I yelled to myself as I grabbed a backpack and shoved some clothes into it.
Yoongi's parents are ridiculous I swear! They know their son has horrible anxiety and depression problems but they continue to do this to him. They've decided to leave the house without telling him again and he is having a break down.
I grabbed my phone and keys and took off down the stairs to my car. When I got in I left my mom a voice message so she won't be worried where I've gone.
It took about 5 minutes for me to make it to his house and even for me that wasn't quick enough. I used the key he made me to let myself in. Before I could ask where he was I heard his sobs from upstairs.
"Yoongi I'm here everything is okay!"
I hated seeing him like this. Mr. And Mrs. Min don't think he has a problem because they never see him at his worst. They think he's going to just grow out of it.
"Yoongi! Where are you?" I yelled as I almost tripped up the stairs.
The bathroom light was on and the door cracked closed. When I flung the door open Yoongi was sitting on the floor by the tub with his head in his hands.
I ran over and wrapped him in a hug but all he did was sob.
"Yoongi please you have to calm down." I pleases almost in tears
"They did it again... all they ever do is leave... they don't really love me do they y/n?" He said meeting my gaze with tear filled eyes.
"Don't you dare say that Yoon! They do love you... they're just, stupid." I exclaimed back playing with his fingers.
Luckily I've always made it to his house before anything horrible could happen. And I mean horrible like him trying to harm himself. Most of the time when these problems happen he blames himself for why they leave. When in reality Yoongi is perfect just the way he is. He just needs support, the support his family won't give.
"Come on get up, let's go lay down." I say pulling him up by his arms.
When we made our way to his room everything was a mess. "Yoongi why is your room so messy today?" I asked. "I-I tried to pack a bag before they walked out of the house but... but my dad took it out of my hand and... and," I could see the tears coming back to his eyes and it broke my heart. "It's okay don't finish this sentence." Yoongi looked back at me confused.
"Why do you even care so much y/n? I'm a mess. I'm literally messed up."
My mouth fell open. He has never talked about himself like this in front of me, and it was sad.
"Yoongi stop that!" I stomped my foot. "You're perfect and I wish you would just see that!" I screamed at him tears falling down my face.
Yoongi and I have been friends for years, but for these last couple I've felt different about him. Different in a good way, but I've never said anything to him because our friendship is something I cherish, and I don't want to ruin that. But I couldn't stop the words from spilling out of my mouth.
"You are everything to me, and I wish you could just see how much I love you! How much you truly are perfect!" I cried out.
"Y-you love me y/n?" He said concerned.
"Yoongi I've always loved you! But apparently..." my tears cut off my speech, "apparently I- "
"Hey stop." He rushed over to pull me into a hug. "Stop please..."
Yoongi doesn't do well when I break down in front of him, and he hated the fact that he was the one at fault this time.
"I just need to go..." I muttered into his chest.
"Y/n. No. You can't leave me too."
I tried to push away but he held me harder. It was hurting Yoongi's heart because he didn't know what to do to help me.
"Y/n, how long have you had these feelings for me?"
I lifted my head up but everything was a blur from my tears. All I could manage was a shrug because if I spoke again the tears would come back.
"Damn it!" He yelled as he broke the hug and slammed his fist on the dresser. "Why do I screw everything up?!"
He started to walk towards the wall and I knew his next move was the punch it. I ran in front so was between him and the wall.
"Move!"
"No!"
"Y/n how could you love a monster like me? How could you fall for a fuck up like me? How could you-"
I kissed him. It was a risky move but I did it. I kissed my best friend.
When I pulled away his eyes were locked on mine.
"Y/n?"
"Yes Yoongi?"
"I-I love you..."
"You, you what?.." I thought I was dreaming.
"I..." he said stepping closer
"love..." his forehead was leaned on mine
"youuuu" his voice turned seductive.
A smile spread across my cheeks hearing him say that.
Yoongi cleared his throat, "I'm waiting..."
Crap I didn't say it back!
"I love you too Yoongi."
And we kissed. Over and over. It was more than a friendship, what I dreamed of.
THE END
