Yoongi

Yoongi has been your best friend for two years, he’s the only one who knew that you had issues with your dad. This man just kicked you out of the house, beat you up and didn’t even let you take your things, and you had nowhere to go, Yoongi himself met you on the street, as if he felt that you needed help. It’s around 4 in the morning, and you’re sitting in his apartment, crying and stuttering, trying to explain why you came to him with bruises again. He knows, he knows without words how much pain you’re in, not just physically. You squeeze his shoulders until his knuckles are white, and his hands are shaking, today has gone too far. Yoongi knows, he knows and understands everything, he doesn’t need explanations. When you calm down a little from hysterical sobbing, Yoongi strokes your head and sings softly in your ear. “Come on, cry, girl, no one does it like you do. I know how important this is to you. I know you have daddy issues, and if you were my little girl, I would do everything in my power. I would run away and hide with you...