My parents told everyone at church that I was a troubled soul that needs guidance just to save face. I was always the talk in our church because I was miserably failing in school and I'm very disobedient towards my parents. My parents were beyond embarrassed but they still drag me to church every Sunday, hoping one day I would be enlightened. That I would wake up one day and change my ways. They prayed for my soul to be saved from the fiery pits and I guess their prayers were answered.
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Min Yoongi.
He's the son of our church's pastor. Not that I cared much. We went to the same highschool and went to the same church but that's all. I never paid much attention to him. I was in my world and he's in his own but my mother brought him into our house one day. I was angry that day. I didn't want his help. Not from the Pastor's son. Anyone but him. Why? Because I can tell just by the look on his face, that lack of emotion when he saw me, that he expects nothing more from me as my parents do. That I'm a lost cause. Nothing can fix me. Just like everyone says.
But here we are, in my room, I brought out my books and Yoongi looked through them. I watched him turn the pages that I haven't touched once. I was getting bored so I took my stash of junk food from under my bed and opened one. Yoongi looked at me and I met his eyes, "What?"
"Don't tell my mother." I told him because my mother banned junk food in our household. He was still silent and I didn't know what's going on in his mind so I tried offering it to him in case he tells on me. "Want some?"
"No, thank you." He spoke.
"Oh you have a voice. I'm beginning to think you have gone mute." I said, eating my chips comfortably in front of him. He said he didn't want any.
"Which subject do yo want to start with?" Yoongi asked as we sat on the floor with my books.
"I'm not in the mood to study right now." I replied and climbed up on my bed after eating chips. "I'm going to sleep for a few minutes. Guard the door for me? If she knocks, tell her we're busy studying."
"That's lying." He responded and I couldn't be more annoyed. I just want to sleep.
"Okay, just tell her I'm concentrating. That's not lying right? Because I really am concentrating in my sleep." I gave him a smile and closed my eyes. I trust that he will not betray my trust. He's too good for that. He can't even lie.
When I woke up from my nap, he was seated against my door. My books are neatly arranged on my desk. Yoongi had his eyes closed as he held a bible, his lips opened and closed as if he was reciting something. Is he praying?
He noticed me getting up and stopped what he was doing at once. Yoongi stood up and gave me the bible, "I borrowed your Bible when you were asleep."
