Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 6

morning ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )
I woke up happy it was the weekend and got dressed. I made breakfast, gobbled it up then grabbed the basketball ticket and walked to school.
Shit... I'm late.
I walked faster and arrived at school. There were banners up everywhere...
'Basketball school cup final' woah... the team must be real good.
I made my way to the dressing rooms and entered. Maybe I should've knocked... I walked in on the team getting changed.
I ran to where Yoongi was. He had no shirt on...
"Hey Yoongi not bad." I said cheekily as I looked at his body.
"Aishhhh you don't mean that." Yoongi replied bluntly.
"Are you all pumped up and ready to play?" I asked excited to see him play.
"I am now your here." He said putting his shirt on. He seemed a little nervous though.
"Woah....." I stated in amazement.
"What?" He questioned clueless.
"Whose that?" I pointed to another basketball player.
"That's Sungmin he plays in defence." Yoongi replied.
"He's cute..." I whispered into Yoongi's ear.
"He has a girlfriend." Yoongi said breaking my dreams.
"Am I too late then?" I replied moody.
"I don't know their relationship has being unstable lately..." Yoongi answered.
"Yes! Hook me up man!" I said swinging Yoongi's arm.
"Aish he's way out of your league!" Yoongi stated.
"Well fuck you too!" I shouted at him as everyone looked at us.
"Go find a seat to watch the game your embarrassing me!" Yoongi half whispered half shouted.
"Okay... good luck!" I shouted and left the room to find a seat with a good view of the basketball court. The school was so busy. Guess it's because it's the final. After a couple of minutes the game started...
Where the fuck is Yoongi? I looked around the court only to see him sat on a bench. Why isn't he playing? He looked mad... I focused on the game and  I noticed Sungmin (the cute guy) was working really damn hard to not let the other team score. But I guess it wasn't good enough the other team was quite ahead now. They'd scored multiple times. Yoongi looked irritated on the bench.
I looked at Yoongi's coach and gave him a death stare. He looked at me worriedly. I had a plan.
"MIN YOONGI! MIN YOONGI!" I repeated as I clapped my hands causing the people around me to stare weirdly. Yoongi smirked at his coach. The coach signalled him to join the game. The substitute for Yoongi sat on the bench and Yoongi looked confident as he entered the game. As I continued to chant for Yoongi, Sungmin had caught the ball from the other team and passed it to him. Yoongi dribbled the ball to the other side of the court then passed to a team mate. Yoongi got in a good place to shoot as his team mate passed back to him. He then tossed the basketball through the hoop avoiding the opposing teams defence. I feel like a commentator....
I was still chanting for Yoongi and noticed others around me started to chant for him as well. But despite Yoongi's efforts to score they were still losing when we reached break time. Yoongi signalled me to go down to the court during break time.
"Thanks." He replied with a gummy smile.
"You're awesome." I complimented as I remember all the times his team scored.
"I talked to Sungmin for you." He smirked.
"Really!"
"Yeah, He said he broke up with girlfriend after a fight." Yoongi explained.
"Okay....." I nudged him to make him carry on speaking.
"He said you look cool and would like to get to know you more." He smiled.
"Wow really?" I questioned.
"Yup" A voice behind me said. I turned around and saw Sungmin.
"Do you wanna meet up tomorrow at the cafe at 10?" Sungmin offered.
"Y-yeah I'll be there." I replied as he smiled the walked off and warmed up for the rest of the match.
"I wanna girlfriend....." Yoongi said depressed.
"Aww it's okay cutie there are plenty of fish in the sea." I explained optimistically.
"I guess." He agreed. After Yoongi spoke the whistle was blown and every one continued to play. I went to go sit with the rest of the crowd and cheer for Yoongi.  The game was going well and was close to finishing. Shit guess I spoke too soon. The game had stopped. Medics crowded round someone laid on the court. I looked around for Yoongi only to see him at the centre of the crowd in pain. He held his foot tightly as he rolled back and forth on the ground. Shit. I sprinted without hesitation and held his body in a more comfortable position. He looked up at me in pain and tightly grabbed onto the top I was wearing.  Medics took off his trainer and sock and checked his injury.
"It's broken." One said eyes wide.
"Fu....ck" Yoongi cursed under his breath.
The medics put him on a gurney and already an ambulance was outside so he was loaded in to there. I followed closely as he still was clasped onto my shirt. Yoongi continued to curse, not only because he was in deep pain but also he was pissed that he'd missed a basketball game.  I held onto the ambulance wall and fluffed Yoongi's hair.  We arrived at the hospital. Yoongi was carried off somewhere as the medics explained how they would treat him.
They said they'd put a pot around his foot and give him a pair of crutches and a wheelchair.  They also told me I can wait for him in the waiting room.
Shortly after the medics talked to me a man and a woman burst through the hospital doors and ran straight over to us.
"Where's my son?!" The woman questioned the medics.
"Are you Min Yoongi's parents?" One medic asked.
"Yes." The man, who I'm guessing is Yoongi's father, replied.
"He is currently getting a pot put around his right foot." Another medic answered calmly.
"Where!" Yoongi's mom recklessly shouted.
"I'm sorry you must wait here until your son is done." A medic explained pointing at the chairs next to where I was sat.
"Okay." Yoongi's mom replied and sat next to me. She had a tear in the corner of her eye. I guess she was mad that she couldn't be there for her son when he needed support.
"Hello." Yoongi's father waved to me.
"Hi." I smiled back awkwardly.
"Who are you waiting for?" He asked me comfortingly.
"Y-Yoongi." I replied shyly.
"You know our son?" Yoongi's mom said looking at me straight in the eyes.
"Yes I'm his friend..." I shyly answered again.
"He has friends?" Yoongi's dad questioned confused.
"Are you the girl that he stayed with over night." Yoongi's mom questioned protectively.
"Y-yes." I stuttered.
"Thank you for being his friend." She smiled.
A few minutes of awkward silence passed. Yoongi came to meet us in the waiting room. He wheeled in on his wheelchair. As soon as he made eye contact with me he did a cute gummy smile despite the fact he had a big clunky black pot on his foot. His parents hugged him and he hugged back.
"Y/n, thanks." Yoongi said gratefully.
"No problem," I replied as I ran to him and gave him a warming hug. I looked at his face while hugged him. Is that a blush? No way. Right? I let go carefully.
"Y/n why don't you come over for dinner?" Yoongi's mom offered.
"Well I am quite hungry..." I giggled scratching the back of my neck.
"It's settled then!" Yoongi's mom replied.
I pushed Yoongi's wheelchair outside and I cautiously carried him into his parents car. We made small talk in the car until we arrived at Yoongi's home. The house was a pretty standard 2 bedroom home, nothing special. But I could feel the homeliness and it comforted me. Unlike my home this one felt so loved and cozy.
Yoongi was now on his crutches. He signaled me to follow him. I followed him up the stairs slowly and carefully. He led me down the passage way and into his room.
Yoongi's room was pretty plain. The walls were painted black and he had a piano in one corner and his bed in the other.
"Welll...." Yoongi said shyly as he sat on his bed.
I sat next to him and held his hand. In response he rested his head on my shoulder.
"You're pissed aren't you?" I asked.
"Your fucking right." He whispered in my ear. " I have to go get fucking injured when the team needed me. Coach texted me the final score and we completely lost. I'm so pissed." He mumbled into my shoulder.
"I know...." I comforted. As I hugged his head. "Do you wanna work on the project a little?" I suggested gazing at his piano.
"Okay" he smiled at me. Instead of using his crutches I held him up and he hung on my shoulder as we walked over to the piano. I sat Yoongi down on the chair and he started fiddling with some piano sheets. I grabbed his laptop and set it up. We played with some chords and made a cool beat. Honestly our project is sick. Occasionally I find myself sticking my ear phones in and playing one of the songs we're working on. The mixture of mine and Yoongi's badass raps fit so perfectly and take our songs to the next level. 
"Yoongi!" Yoongi's mom called she sounded angry.
"Shit y/n carry me back to the bed!" Yoongi whisper-shouted at me. I could hear his mom getting closer. I held him then we both stumbled toward the bed. However half way there Yoongi's mom burst through the door.
"MIN YOONGI! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?" Yoongi's mom was seriously pissed.
"What?" He said innocently.
"No music. I mean it. Just cause you're injured it doesn't mean you can disobey what your parents tell you." His mom furiously lectured.
"But—" Yoongi interrupted.
"No! I don't want you getting involved with the music industry. It's a harsh and dangerous place! You are not allowed on that damned piano! I will break it if I have to!" Yoongi's mom threatened.
"If you just heard our song you—" Yoongi tried to continue.
"No come downstairs dinner will be ready in 5minutes." His mom retorted back. She then turned around and stomped downstairs.
"Fucking hell..." Yoongi gritted his teeth and held me tight as he got comfortable on his crutches.
"You okay?" I asked stroking his back to comfort him.
"Yeah it happens quite a lot..." he replied trying to walk.
"If you ever need anyone to talk to. I'm always here." I smiled to him.
"Thanks." He pouted as he carefully walked downstairs.
When we got down Yoongi led me into the kitchen where food was being served all four of us sat at the table.
"Thank you!" I smiled at Yoongi's parents.
"No, thank you for caring for our son." Yoongi's father smiled back.
The food was so good. I was missing a good home cooked meal.
"So how long have you two being together?" Yoongi's father asked.
"Wh-what?!?" Yoongi's eyes shot wide open as he shouted and spat his drink out.
"Eww." I commented wiping Yoongi's drink off of my top.
"We're just f-friends." Yoongi stuttered looking at me.
"Really! I could swear you two are an item" Yoongi's mom smiled.
"Yeah the way Yoongi looks at y/n and the way y/n treats him... " Yoongi's father added. "You fooled me"
"We're just friends." I smiled. I'm glad Yoongi's parents like me.
"Heh, you'd look cute together though!" Yoongi's mom said. I guess she was trying to hook me up with him... 
"Do you know about his silly music?" Yoongi's father asked protectively.
Yoongi death stared him and took a angry bite into the food.
"It's not silly." I exclaimed confidently smiling at his parents. "Yoongi is really talented. If you truly believe his music is 'silly' then I don't think you've ever listened to it before. Honestly if I could make music like him... I'd show my talents to the world." I retorted proudly.
Yoongi's parents gritted their teeth and stared at me with disagreement. However Yoongi gummy smiled sweetly.
"You believe that Yoongi should go into the music industry..." Yoongi's mom started. "Despite the fact companies may take control over him and make him sad and depressed." She continued.
"How do you know he will be any happier without music in his life?" I questioned. "I believe that Yoongi can make others happy with his music. That in return would make himself happy."  I retorted truthfully.
"Hmph. How about you y/n? What do you plan to do in the future?" Yoongi's father asked as he shoved food into his mouth with rage.
"Y/n is a talented musician. Her rapping is so unique and has real style. Despite what her family wants her to do she ran off and she is trying to make her life her own!" Yoongi explained as he grinned at me.
"That sounds like you're a pretty bad influence, y/n. Stop controlling our son." His father protectingly commented.
"I'm not influencing him nor controlling him. We share the same dream." I stood up for myself.
"What is this 'dream'?" Yoongi's mom questioned.
"To succeeded with our music." Me and Yoongi said in unison.
"Hmmmmm..." Yoongi's parents hummed in disgust. They were fuming with rage.
"Guess I'll just have to break your piano!" Yoongi's mom shouted recklessly.
"Guess I'll just have to move away!" Yoongi then retorted.
Yoongi's mom and father ran upstairs. I followed as Yoongi tried to stand. Yoongi's mom started hitting his piano. I grabbed all his music sheets, his laptop and his notebook and kept them safely in my hands. Keys from the piano started flying off as his parents recked his piano. As Yoongi's parents were busy, I ran down stairs with Yoongi's stuff.
"Y/n can I stay with you?" Yoongi asked stood up with his crutches helping him up.
"Sure let's go." I said as I pulled out Yoongi's wheelchair. He sat in the wheelchair and I shoved his stuff into his hands. I then pushed his wheelchair out of the home and I sprinted with Yoongi to my house.
When we arrived I wheeled Yoongi into one of the living rooms then I supported him onto a couch. His hair was wind swept, he was trying to fix it but it kept falling back into its prior position.
"Do you wanna drink?" I asked smiling at his gummy smile.
"Yeah coffee please." He replied lying down the couch. He looked really tired. In just one day he's been through a lot. Basket ball final, breaking his foot, fight with his parents and now I guess he's staying with me. At least no one's trying to kill us today. Touch wood.
I made some quick coffee then headed back to Yoongi. To no one's surprise he was fast asleep. He looked uncomfortable so I carefully picked him up and carried him to bed. The other beds in my house were not set up to sleep in. So I laid him down cozy in my bed.  He slept peacefully and snuggled up in my duvet cover.
I checked the time on my phone. I guess I should sleep too. I changed into pyjamas then jumped into bed with him.  I got comfy then fell to sleep.