ᗪᗩIᔕY- Yoonmin

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Yoongi's POV

"Good morning everyone and God bless you today. Thank you for joining our brothers and sisters here in... " The pastor beings to greet everyone after we settle down from talking. He continues his greetings and I start to daydream, my usual activity during the service.

According to my parents, I am the devil child.

Why did this "God" make my life horrible? I never asked him to do that. I never ask anything of him because I do not believe in him. And I never will.

My mother sits to my left. All proper and poised in her pale blue Sunday dress, a cream sweater embroidered with pearls and golden lace which matched her gold earrings and off-white heels. A small clutch sat in her lap, helping the bible in her hands prop it upwards. My father was next to her, at the end of the pew. His black-framed glasses stood on the end of his nose, so he could read the bible that was held in his hands. His body was covered in navy slacks, contrasting with my mothers' pale blue dress, and a white button-up dress shirt paired with a soft grey blazer. My father's wedding ring stood out on his hand as the yellow gold was the only thing that looked odd on his body.

To give you more insight into my parents here's some information.

My father is the oldest boy in a huge and very important family. The Mins started off in Daegu, but once one person made a big break, everyone moved to Seoul. That person was my great grandfather. His insurance business set up the rest of everyone's lives in that family. Every child, every grandchild had their life planned out and paid out. Min Seong-hyun, my father was a troubled child. Being the oldest of three boys was hard on him. He had to be a strong role model for his younger brothers and wasn't allowed to make any mistakes. If one mistake was done, a hard beating was given to him. His father was grooming him throughout his entire life to take over the head chairman position in the business. And once he did, it took over him. Because his childhood was so tough for him, that fact that he now was in control of a lot of people went to his head. He became very mean and strict. The only time my father was ever nice to people it was during church. He loved church, the whole family loved church. My father met my mother through the church.

My mother, Min Soo-ae, formerly known as Lee Soo-ae, was the prime girl in church. Sunday Bible study president, straight A's in Catholic school, volunteer work references that would make Gandhi beat. Soo-ae was the perfect girl. The Lee family was known for all the charity they do and all of the very sizeable donations they give to organizations. Her family was and has always been wealthy since the dawn of time, practically. Her father was a businessman as well and her mother was a writer. In which she followed in her footsteps. When my mother is in college she went for literature and journalism and became a writer short after graduating. My parents met when they were both eight years old. About one year after the Min clan moved to Seoul. Since then, the Lee's and Min's are always together. The two of them started dating when they were 16, broke up one when my father fucked up but she forgave him and six months later they were married.

Another 9 months and I was born.

My head was starting to fall forwards, hanging off my neck. I felt myself starting to riff off to sleep but a quick flick in my thigh abruptly woke me up.

"Yoongi, stop daydreaming. Put the Bible in your hands so you blend in. I do not want to you God's name in vain." My mom yelled at me in a rough whisper.

I rolled my eyes at her and took a bible out of the pocket that was on the back of the pew in front of us. Placing it in my lap and looked back over to my mother. Which she smiled in approval, but still had anger in her eyes.

I never like church, ever. I always kicked and screamed when I was little whenever my mother tried to put a bow tie around my neck and placed saddle shoes on my feet, every Sunday morning. Her persistence never failed her because I always ended up in a pew an hour later- the residue of tears on my flushed cheeks and my hands in tight fits.

I not the the the child my parents asked for. I can tell you that with complete confidence. I am a "huge trouble maker" in the words of my mom. I wouldn't use that phrase. Instead, use damaged. I do what I do because I hate my life and the more I do things that are disapproved by my parents, my sick mind thinks its good. Not bad.

Vandalism, stealing, fights- all I have done. And have served my sweet time in detention day after day in school.

My school is the second worst place on this whole fucking world besides my house.

Parents, I think, just want to torture their kids. Make life as hard as it could be for them. And one of the ways mine has done this is by making me go to Catholic school. Yeah, the whole plaid skirt for girls and button-up shirts for boys. It's not fun going to Catholic school. They have such strict rules and want us to be the perfect child and student.

Which none of us are. And quite frankly is sort of impossible.

Every single one of my teachers hates me. All for different reasons. My english teacher hates me because I am very good at writing but just don't ever do anything in class. My math teacher hates me because I sleep every class. And my chemistry and history teacher, I have no clue what I did to them.

Oh, wait. My chemistry teacher hates me because I blew up two projects once and it wasn't even mine.

It's not like I am bad at school. I am actually a really good writer but I just don't like to share it with anyone. My math skills are slightly lacking but are still pretty good. I am no history buff however I can understand and remember things well. Chemistry I hate because I don't like group projects and that's the only way we can do things is Mrs. Choi's class. It's annoying because I am a "lone wolf" as teachers call it. I work by myself more and I get things done for once but she disagrees and says that "with more people, there is more brain power". Mrs. Choi is my least favorite teacher.

The pastor was now ending the first set of readings from the Bible as the nuns and deacons set up communion behind him. They poured the wine in 3 big chalets and pour grape juice in small glasses for the young kids. Baskets of bread sit on the long table in front of the cross along with a larger, more grand version of the Bible and candles that have just been lit.

"Now, rise by your pews and enter a line for your communion." He raised his arms and at the same time people in the front pews stand up and form three lines. And as if we were programmed robots, everyone else in the church went up, pew by pew and had communion.

As everyone sat back down, he started talking again. Introducing the new part of the Bible we would be reading from. When he asked one of the deacons to come up and read for him, I looked in the direction of him. I saw a man in his early 40's rise from his seat where he sat with, I am guessing, his wife and two sons. HIs wife took the general Bible that he had been using before he went up and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. The deacon went up to the podium and started reading the passages.

But my eyes stayed by his family. His wife looked a few years younger than him. Maybe 36, 37? His two sons were sitting on the other side of their mother, poised and proper. Both of the males wore white button-up shirts and had on colorful slacks and nice dress shoes on. They both had brown hair but the older one has a darker hair, with lighter roots. I could tell it was dyed.

"Mom, who is the deacon?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes at me for talking while he was reading but still responded. "That is deacon Park Yisoo, his wife Miyeon and their children. Jimin and Jooho. I believe Jimin is your age, maybe a few months younger. No, hush and listen to the deacon."She stopped talked within one second, redirecting her focus to the man up front.

But the name stayed in my mind.

Park Jimin.
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Hey this is chapter 1! I am so excited for this book. It's my first gay ship so it'll be new for me. I cannot wait for the rest. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
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