yoongi's p.o.v.
why am i doing this again? right, because friends help each other out. i finish the last problem of y/n's homework and i groan. i look over to y/n, peacefully on her phone, scrolling through instagram. i notice the huge bruises on her arms. my eyes widen and i arch my eyebrow. oh, maybe she plays soccer. i shouldn't ask though, i don't really know her yet.
"i finished." i say and i throw y/n's homework at her.
"oh wow, you're so quick." y/n says and i roll my eyes.
"when are you getting home?" i say.
"uh, when the rain stops which is probably around 6. is that okay?" y/n says.
"yeah, my parents don't get home until 7." i say.
"same!" y/n says, "they work all the time, that some nights, they don't bother to come home but they gotta make that coin, y'now."
"yeah.." i say.
"what do you want to do until then?" y/n says.
"whatever you want." i say.
"i have an idea!" y/n says, cutely. cutely? no, it's not cute. she's not cute at all. a little, actually. a lot. she's very cute. what am i thinking?
"let's play wii, if you have." y/n says and she smirks.
"i do have wii sports but why the sudden idea?" i say.
"i just saw a meme involving wii music. it's amazing." y/n says, "okay, i'm in the wii mood, don't ruin it."
"alright, i won't." i say, "follow me."
i lead y/n to my basement and i turn on the wii. i grab the two wii remotes and i give one to y/n.
"wait!" y/n says.
"what." i say.
"let's make a deal." y/n says, "if i win a game of golf then you make food for me but if i don't then.."
"i get to boss you around." i say.
"wait! the deal isn't fair." y/n says.
"too late." i say and y/n pouts as i smile a bit.
"whatever. i'm going to win." y/n says.
the round of golf starts and i can't help but giggle at how bad y/n is.
"stop laughing! this game is.. hacked!" y/n says and i start laughing like a lunatic, "i hate you!"
y/n gets startled by a phone call from her phone and she quickly answers it.
"uh.. hey." y/n says, in a small voice, "um, i'll be right there."
y/n ends the call and she looks at me with sad eyes.
"i– i really need to go. it's my boyfriend so i– i hope y–you understand!" y/n says.
"you have a boyfriend?" i ask.
"yeah, he's in a grade above us so you won't know him." y/n says and she puts on her shoes, "i don't have much t–time."
"it's still pouring. i mean, yeah, i guess he really wants to see you but he should understand." i say.
"i don't care, yoongi! i– i just have to go!" y/n says and she grabs her backpack.
"can i at least come along?" i say.
"no! do not!" y/n says.
"o–oh, okay.." i say.
"bye!" y/n says.
y/n's p.o.v.
i realize i'm wearing yoongi's clothes and i curse. i hope he doesn't notice. he won't if i get there in time. i run to my house to see my boyfriend fuming in flames, waiting outside of my house.
"sorry!" i say as i nervously laugh.
"where were you?" my boyfriend yells, angrily.
"i w–was at a friend's house, baby." i say, "please, don't yell."
"who?!" my boyfriend yells.
"choi." i say.
"whose clothes are you wearing?!" my boyfriend screams.
"my brothers!" i say.
"do not lie to me, you just said you were at a friend's house." my boyfriend whispers in my ear and he drags me to my house. he pins me onto a wall and he says, "you didn't cheat on me.. right?"
"n–never!" i say.
"stop fucking stuttering!" my boyfriend says and i gasp as i flinch, "now.. listen to me.."
my boyfriend starts to kiss my neck and put his hands under my shirt, traveling across me.
"please.. n–no." i say.
"did i ask?" my boyfriend says, "i want to do this, now."
my boyfriend licks his lips and his hand travels to under my pants. i slap his hand away and i yell, "stop it, park jimin!"
