Erase all sad memories. Hold each other's hands and smile.
-BTS
I tried my best and I hope u like this book! I changed this book from a sad imagines to a normal one, but there's still sad endings :))
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Sad Chapter but i guess it's a happy ending? :') Yoongi's a child here and he's our nephew so no romance for now 😌✌️
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~~~•~•~~~ I was cooking dinner for myself before I heard a small knock on the front door. For a moment, i just stood there wondering if I heard it right but then it happened again.
Just as I opened the door, I heard a small voice say, "A-Are you Ms, Y-Y/n L/n?"
I looked down and gasped at the sight of a tiny skinny boy who couldn't look older than five or six, his hair was tangled and dirty, skin so pale it's almost like he never seen the sunlight. His tattered shirt showed bruises and his bony figure as it barely gave him warmth in this cold weather. "I am. Oh my god, you poor thing." I gently reached out to touch his arm but he flinched and pulled away before I could even touch him as his face showed fear.
What kind of person would let their child be like this?
"Hey, hey it's ok. I won't hurt you, I promise. Let's talk inside. The weather is cold out here.", I gave the child a reassuring smile and he hesitantly walked until he's standing in front of my couch in the living room.
And what broke my heart more was the fact that he was barefoot. He had a lot more bruises, some fresh cuts and scars and he looked so scared.
He turned to me and waited there patiently.
I knelt down and wrapped a blanket I got quickly around his trembling figure as I couldn't help but feel very bad for this child.
"T-thank you.", he pulled the blankets nearer after I usher him to sit on the couch opposite mine trying my best to smile.
He slowly sat down on the edge of one couch and I sat on the other one in-front of it.
"So, how do you know me?"
He was still shaking so I decided to head to the kitchen to make a hot choco for him, waiting for his answer.
"M-my mom kicked me out of the house for being naughty today", he started tearing up and a small sob left his soft pouty lips, "b-but I remembered what she said where your house was a few days ago s-so I went here. I'm sorry, i should probably go, i'm not welcome here.."
He stood up once again and shrugged off the blanket still trembling but I kneeled to his height and looked at his eyes.
Fear and Hurt. That's what I saw in him.
I gently stroked his hair matching colors with mine as his mother is my sister.
"Of course not, you're always welcome here. Now, take this hot choco, it's cold and we wouldn't want you to get sick. Your dad would kill me."
