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❝ favorite ❞ part two bangtan - angst ig

[🌙] : title : ❝ favorite ❞
[🥂] : part : two
[✨] : type : angst
[🍂] : member(s) : bangtan

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You leaned onto the railing of the rooftop, tears rolling down your cheeks as you heaved out a sigh. You screamed at the top of your lungs, feeling your emotions overflowing.

You suddenly turned upon hearing a scoff. Your eyes widened upon seeing a boy sitting on the concrete floor, book in hand as the other held a juice box.

He smiled, standing up and reaching towards his backpack. You blinked upon seeing him holding another juice box.

He then approached you and handed the juice box. You looked at his hand questioningly. He grinned saying, "After all that shouting, I figured you needed a drink."

— yoongi's pov —

I didn't really know about the beating until yesterday night. After I had came back to the kitchen to get my pen that was left on the table.

I saw how they were kicking her around and shouting at her. Of course I was shocked. I thought she was the favorite child.

At that moment, I felt myself having sympathy for her. She was getting beaten just for wanting to follow her own dreams.

Hands on my pockets, the others followed me as I headed to the rooftop. Peeking inside, my eyes caught sight of a guy right in front of her.

— your pov —

"No. I-I'm fine." you said and he smiled, nodding as he sighed.

"Fine then. I'm a bit offended." he pouted and your eyes widened. "N-No! I didn't mean—" you explained and he cut you off.

"I know I know. But to payback, how 'bout you tell me why you were crying?" he smiled. "Maybe that will release some pent up anger?"

You slid down to sit on the concrete floor, looking down as you whispered. "My life's complicated."

"My brothers think I'm living the best life because I'm the favorite child but the truth is I get nothing but pressure and bruises." you sighed, wiping your tears. "I don't want this life anymore."

"I don't want to inherit my father's company, I don't wanna be their 'favorite' anymore."

"But I can't give up on this. I don't want one of my brothers be in my position." you said, your voice getting softer as the guy beside you silently sipped on his juice box, staring at you.
"I'd rather go through this for now than see them hurt."

You watched as he stood up, picking up his backpack and sitting in front of you. He pulled out a small kit, opening it to reveal some bandages and ointments.

He opened his hand, whispering, "Give me your arm." you frowned, staying silent as you looked at him with hesitation.

He sighed. "Look, I won't touch you unless you give me your arm willingly or give me consent." he explained. "And if you don't give me consent then I might not be able to aid your bruises."

You sighed, giving him your arm as he smiled and began aiding your bruises. "H-How did you even know that I had a bruise there?"

"I didn't." he giggled, smiling and locking eye with you. "I just guessed since you said your parents often abuse you."

You ended up telling him where your bruises were and he aided every single one of them.

After putting his kit on his bag. He turned to you, smiling. "My little brother used to get beaten by my father too." he suddenly blurted out.

"I was the favorite child." he painfully chuckled. "I wasn't able to do anything because if I did, my parents would only hurt him more."

"I don't want you in the same position. I watched my brother get beaten every night and that traumatized me." he smiled. "Please do something about it okay? If you want, I can help you—"

You burst out crying, hugging him as he chuckled, softly hugging you back. You sobbed, feeling the heavy weight on your chest dissappear as you finally let out your pent up frustration.

"If your brothers aren't there for you, then I am." he smiled after you both stood up. "My name's Minho."

You shook his hand, smiling. "Y/N."

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Surprisingly, your father had called another 'family meeting'. You sat there, nervous to what's about to happen.

"I suppose namjoon has something to say?" your father said and you frowned, eyes turning towards namjoon.

He sighed. "Father, I think I'd be a better CEO that y/n." he announced and your lips parted, tears brimming your eyes. "I am a guy and I believe I am also a good intelligent enough."

"If you don't think so, then I will work harder to achieve you expectations." he added.

Your father hummed, eyes turning to you and namjoon. "I suppose you are right." he said.

"Okay then. I expect the best from you namjoon." he said and left the room along with you mother.

You sat there, looking at each one of them. They all stood up, not facing you. You looked down, hopes suddenly dropping.

Of course they weren't doing this for you. They wouldn't do that—

"I'm sorry." jungkook whispered and you looked up, eyes widening over the sight of them crying. "We didn't realize."

You felt your tears roll down your cheeks as you buried your face in your palms, silently crying. You felt arms encircle your figure as you cried.

"We'll be here for you now. We're sorry."

[🥂] : author's note
       — i rushed this lol.

       — also, pls no requests for now
            it's closed. again, requests
            are closed. If y'all can't
            understand that, then I'm
            afraid I'm gonna have to end
            this book. And I don't really
            wanna do that.

[📝] : total word count
        — 962 words