Scars // Myg ff

Log 2 - Yoongi

"Umm.... okay... I guess it's recording then... so it's a Thursday, March 2018, its about 10:40 pm. This is my first log... the second one if you count Y/n. I guess I just get to the point then...

June 14, 2002. I was 9. My mom and my Dad grieved the death of their beloved friends, Y/ns parents. Kangdae, Y/ns'dad, someone who my dad considered a brother and I, another fatherly figure. W found out that their daughter was taken by the people who killed him... my Father managed to capture the bastards soon and we took Y/n in. We were forced to move to the more rural part of Daegu, against the countless protests of my father but, we didn't really have a say in the matter...our whole family was in danger because of Yongsun, He had had way more connections then we anticipated.

Y/n and I grew up constantly helping each other, Not once did my family treat her as an outsider. We could be considered siblings if anything! 

And then came my twelfth birthday, March 9, 2005. Obviously I had a birthday party, Y'know the snazzy suit (the one that my mom forced me to wear), a chocolate cake, all of my classmates-girls and boys alike, and of course...the highlight of the day... well at least for me; eleven year old Y/n, all made up in a pretty rosewood frock, her luscious (h/c) locks done in a bun. 

That's when it happened... that's when I started catching feelings for her. My young heart didn't know much about love, and the constant blushing and racing of my heart always left me puzzled. That is, until late September that year, a senior from school, Junho (2PM betchh).

" Umm... Author... "

(Yes...)

"Can you get the fuck out of here"

(ah... right... sorry... I'll take my leave now.)

"*sigh*... now where were we...

He chuckled when I explained everything to him as I stared on confused. "looks like little Yoongi's in love huh?" He said smiling playfully.

"What do you mean hyung?" I asked him clueless, my head unconsciously tilting a little.

"Don't worry about it, We all get all caught up in it sometime... I'll help you yoongz... just do me a favor" He replied suggestively, a sly smile slowly growing on his face. I hummed a reply, awaiting whatever favor it was he was going to ask from me.

"You have to give me your first mixtape for free" I chuckled at his statement. This boy knew about my growing love for music at the time.

"definitely hyung, I'll grab you a VIP seat for my Concert too" I answered the gummy smile on my face wide, My eyes sparkling with excitement.

And that's how my, 'lessons', if you will, began. Everyday or so, Junho would advice me on things like, what I should say to her, what I should give her, what aspects of my personality I should portray, what I should wear, How often I should shower... pretty much everything. And like he said... all of the hard work (by that I mean regular showering ), did show results. 

By mid-November we started dating.

We developed a relationship based off of trust, mutual likings , Love of course and loads of giggles. She loved me... that's what she said at least. Her numerous acts of showcasing affection never failed to get my gums on display, a crimson haze on both of our cheeks. 

It was too good to be true.

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Once 14, I really started to drift away from my parents, both emotionally and physically. I would return home late at nights, or come home the next morning  and had completely stopped talking to them unless spoken to.