Fxcking Friends ⇒Yoongi x Reader

Chapter 16

Y/n POV
My eyes peeled open as I awoke in my cold bedroom.
I curled up in my duvet and clasped my body round a fluffy pillow. Relaxing in a soft thoughts, I tried to forget that my brothers were after me, they were probably readying there weapons to kill. In my eyes my brothers are still immature children. They don't understand why I don't follow my parents.
Since they were young they'd been brainwashed by my parents to obey orders.
The tutor my parents hired for me when I was young taught me, against my parents, about the world, about dreams and about freedom. She inspired me to run from the company and my parents.
I want to write music.
Be happy.
That's all.
I don't want to run a massive corporate business and be the face of the corrupt company my parents own, I want to follow my dream.

While swimming though the many thoughts drowning my mind, I could hear the piano once again powerfully being played. Yoongi wakes up too early he needs to chill.
However, tomorrow we are going to the rap contest... he's being prepping for days.
Today he said we're going to practise all damn day.
We probably don't have the energy for that however Yoongi's determination is pretty strong and inspiring.
I headed down stairs smiling wide as I gazed at Yoongi's hands gliding across the piano.
"Breakfast?" I questioned lightly as Yoongi nodded in response.
"I'll do it today." His deep voice stated as he walked into the kitchen.
"Okaayyyy~ can't wait to taste the genius chef Yoongi's swag breakfast~" I smiled as I turned to the space Yoongi had cleared up in the back room... I guess that was our temporary stage?
"I know your teasing... But I'm actually a pretty good cook." He grinned back as he turned sharply to the fridge.
I headed in the kitchen to give Yoongi the spare apron. He was already fully invested in cooking.
Fuck knows what he's making but it smells damn good~~~
"Thanks." He pouted as he tied the apron around him.
"What are you ma-" I tried to asked.
"Shush it's a surprise." Yoongi chuckled. "Go practise,"
I sighed and dragged my feet into the back room.
I waited and waited for breakfast...
"Are you done yet?" I called to Yoongi
"No." He stated back shortly.
"Now?" I shouted back.
"Y/n do you want your fucking breakfast or not?" Yoongi groaned.
"Yeah I want breakfast.." I called back.
"Then shut the fuck up and wait!" Yoongi huffed loudly.
"Aish..." I pouted as I curled my self up on the piano stool.
After around another 10 minutes I could finally hear plates being placed on the table. It sounded as if he was looking for something else too as cupboards were being opened and closed rapidly.
"Y/n you can come now!" Yoongi explained.
I immediately ran to the kitchen, Yoongi was sat at the table. I joined him my eyes locked on the plate in front of me.
"Looks good~" I smiled.
I started to eat the hash browns... yum.....
I then moved onto the egg and ate it with the toast... yum...
I then chopped the sausage and ate it with everything... yum...
"Yoongi." I started.
"Hmm?" His brows furrowed as his attention turn to me.
"Thank you~" I grinned the widest I could.
He chuckled lightly as we both began to eat again.
"Yoongi? What were you searching for in the cupboards?" I wondered as his eyes shot up.
"Shit..." Yoongi stood up suddenly and raced back to the kitchen counter.
"I almost forgot..." he sighed placing a tray on the table.
"You did forget. I reminded you," I chuckled as he rolled his eyes.
On the tray Yoongi brought was a china set my grandma used to use. Yoongi carefully poured out a drink for both of us into the petite cups.
I sipped from the cup lightly.
"Aaahhhhhh..." I sighed in awe at the refreshing coffee in the nostalgic china.
We both sipped the coffee and finished breakfast. After Yoongi took his last bite of food he immediately started to brainwash me about tomorrow. He talked about how we'd walk on stage, what to wear, where to go and a whole bunch of other things I nodded my head at.
Yoongi then dragged me over to the back room. He re-told me what song we were preforming and re-told me who is rapping each part.
We practised for hours straight... Yoongi was definitely not letting me slack off.
"Y/n stand there," he pointed carelessly to the ground next to him. We were starting from the beginning again...
"Can't we take a break?" I helplessly question as I mindlessly stood where he pointed.
"One more time." Yoongi paused determination settled on his eyes.
He played our song once again... we rapped once again... we danced a little once again...
Even if I was tired of practising,I could tell all our hard work was paying off. We were getting better and we were looking pretty damn cool.
We ended up practising all day. No breaks. Just a stubborn Yoongi.
We huffed up stairs and settled to bed. In no time I fell in a deep sleep...

I awoke to the sound of complete silence.
No piano.
No sound of Yoongi practising.
Even though today we're performing...
I thought he'd be up early practising all morning...
With the doubt surrounding my thoughts I raced into Yoongi's room. It was pretty tidy like normal... I sprinted down-stairs to the piano.

Shit.

Everything was tossed around.
Music sheets scattered... lyrics looked like they being thrown in rage...
God.
"YOONGI!" My eyes teared up as I cried his name as loud as I could muster...
"Fuck...I'll find you!" I shouted my words echoing through the walls of my empty house...
I charged up back to my room and stuffed my pistol into the side of my jeans.
Breathless I darted to the front door.
"Y/n!"
I stared in the direction of the voice.
It was f/n she greeted me at the front door. She noticed the tears trailing down my face and wiped them for me.
She engulfed me in a hug and I collapsed in her arms.
"What's happened?" Her voice rang softly in my ears.
"Y-Yoongi h-he's gone... my brothers must have him..." I hung to her body tightly.
"We'll find him. Yoongi is strong. Come on," she released me from the hug and her eyes locked past me. She was staring at the door.
My eyes followed hers...
It was a note.