perfectly content

Authors note: I haven't written fanfic in years and I'm totally new to this site. So i have no idea how much fandoms have changed, please go easy on me! This is a rewrite of an old twific I wrote a long time ago. It hasn't been proof read or anything though so i apologise for any mistakes. Are authors notes even still a thing?

"Sarah! Get your lazy ass out of bed!" My best friend Yoongi yelled up the stairs. He was always so impatient in the morning. He apparently never got the memo that mornings were evil and that you should be quiet and just let them pass quickly without any harm. He was more of a 'yell at the morning and scare it off' type person.

I'd been living with Yoongi's family for a while now. Our parents had been best friends growing up and when my life fell apart they were there to help put me back together again.

See we all used to live in this crummy little town in England. Everyone was narrow minded and gossipy. They could be damn cruel. See, Yoongi's parents weren't white and to those people it meant they weren't right. His mum moved to England from South Korea when she was 13 and became close friends with my mum. They used to hang around the city centre every weekend which was where they met our dads. Yoongi's parents both bonded over the shared culture they had and fell in love. My parent's bonded over alcohol probably. They managed to stay together for a few years at least, enough to conceive me anyway. Unlike Yoongi's parents who still worshipped each other.

Yoongi's family moved to America while we were babies and after my parents split my mum followed. She was lonely in England and she was scatter brained enough to think running away to another country would solve all of her problems. In fact, it made them worse. All she had in America were her two friends. She'd left all her family behind, she left everything she knew behind. She just needed to escape I guess. She always needed to escape. She was rarely home while I was growing up. Always jumping from job to job and from man to man. She was a mess and thanks to her I was a mess.

I was the one who found her. I'd always pop home after school before heading over to Yonngi's house, just in case she was home. I loved her, she was my mum and even though she was a flake, I missed her. I remember how strange the house felt that day. There was an air of dread. The telly had been left on and the freezer door left open with a large puddle on the floor. I could hear loud music coming from upstairs. I didn't know if that meant she'd got a man with her or not, but it had been over a week and I really wanted to see her. I rushed up the stairs and flew towards her room. "Mum!" I called. Her door was ajar. I hesitated. Something felt off. I pushed the door open and that's when I saw her. She was lying on her bed surrounded by pill bottles and vomit. All I could smell was the bitter odour of the alcohol she'd obviously consumed with the pills.

They said she'd done it the night before. Something must've happened, and she came home and just disappeared from me like she always did. It was just more permanent this time. After that living with the Mins became official.

Eventually Yoongi's dad got a job offer back in England, in the town they'd lived in before, it meant we all had to move. Part of me was glad to escape that place and the memories I had of mum but part of me was dreading moving to her old stomping ground even more.

"I'm already up!" I yelled back down the stairs at him. I'd been up for a while, but I often found myself doing that thing were you sit on your bed and stare at the wall. Some people wake up early to make themselves look nice, I already knew that was pointless, but I had to wake up early to prepare myself for my inevitable zoning out.

I was wrestling with my new tie when there was a knock at the door. The knock was swiftly followed by Yoongi barging his way into the room.

"Why do you bother knocking if you're just going to walk in anyway?" I asked.