My Imaginary Friend (Yoongi X Y/N)
Word count: 1002
Y/N sat down on her bed throwing her shoes off. Another day of school had come to an end. Finally, Friday. She laid back and looked at the ceiling thinking.
“So today was pretty chill..thank God. Jake didn’t show up so I guess I was lucky. I just don’t understand why he hates me. No matter who I talk to they all describe him as a good and sweet guy..But when it comes to me he’s always so cruel, he just loves to see me suffer..He’s made my life a living hell.. And my mom, why doesn’t she like me? Why does she always tells me that I am a mistake? Maybe both her and Jake are right..Maybe it’s all my fault..”
She broke down, hiding her face into the pillows,she let her tears run free. It broke his heart seeing her like that. He wanted to go down there and talk to her, hug her..let her know he was there. He actually listened to everything she ever said to him.. But he couldn’t..It was against the rules. He couldn’t reveal himself.. After all his job was to protect her, like a father would, not to fall for her. But, he couldn’t deny his feelings..How he felt. He knew it was wrong, But He couldn’t stop them..He didn’t want to. After what seemed like forever Y/N had finally calmed down. The clocked striked 6 meaning, her mother would be here any minute now. Shit. She heard the door unlock and made her way downstairs. The sight was terrible, but not anything new. Her drunken mother stumbled inside,a beer bottle being held loosely in her left hand. She looked at Y/N before passing out on the couch. Y/N sighed loudly and grabbed a blanket to cover her mother. No matter how much she hated this side of her mother, she didn’t despise her as a whole. You know, she wasn’t always like but that when her dad died she changed. She started drinking and hitting Y/N.
“You’re the one to blame”
“Why do you look so much like him?”
The only things her mother would say to Y/N. They hurt. At first she didn’t let them bother her, but after a while they got to Her. But that’s when she found a best friend. She didn’t know his name, or who he was, but she knew he was there. She knew he listened to her. The one person she could trust and tell everything to. Her imaginary friend..Or was he real?
Five years have passed since that day. Y/N was now an adult and had her own job. It wasn’t anything special, she was just a waitress, but she could afford having an apartment of her own and that’s what really mattered. It was a Sunday morning and she was cleaning up her attic. Useless pieces of paper, broken necklaces, nothing special really. As she filled the third garbage bag though, her eyes fell into a white envelope.
‘Weird’ she thought to herself and curiously took over her. She opened it. A letter? She eyes scanned the tidy and beautiful handwriting as she begun to read.
“My dear Y/N,
I don’t know if you’ll ever read this and I, don’t exactly know where to place this letter but I hope one day you find it. I hope you still remember me, your friend. The one you told everything to. I remember the first time you realised I was there, with you. I’m sure you don’t even remember it. You were only two years old, such a beautiful baby girl that grew up to be such a beautiful young lady. You had thrown your doll out of your crib and I couldn’t help but give it back to you. I didn’t know how, but you had seen me. You shot me that beautiful smile of yours. Growing up, that smile seemed to be fading and ever since you entered high school you were not yourself anymore. Remember that jerk Jake? How he made you suffer? You don’t know how much I wanted to go and punch him for hurting you..but I couldn’t. It was against the rules. Whenever your mother came to the house drunk and hit you, oh how much I wanted to make her pay for what she did, but again, it was against the rules. I remember that time when you where 16, you were at your worst. Crying, having a complete break down yelling at me to show myself or to leave you alone. You told me I was making you go crazy, that you hated me. Later that night though, you whispered that you were sorry, so quietly yet, I heard it. You begged me to come there, but after a while stopped thinking I was gone. The truth is I was there all night, standing in the corner of your room watching you sleep. You don’t know how badly I wanted to come there and talk to you but I couldn’t. It was against the rules. That day I realised it was better I left, you can do so much better without me. Don’t worry, I’ll visit you once in a while, making sure you are ok. It’s my job after all.
Lot’s of love,
Your guardian angel Min Yoongi.”
Y/N was wide eyed. All the memories came back to her. All those things she had been trying to push away for so long, she could fully remember now. She remembered him. Min Yoongi? She runned and grabed her laptop. She had to find out who that guy was. After hours and hours of researching she came across an old newspaper article that read:
“May 23 2009
The 23 year old male was found dead today at his and his father’s apartment. He was fatally killed by his abusive alcoholic father. His name is said to be… Min Yoongi”
She looked for the address of the boy’s house and to her surprise she found out that, that’s…where she used to live.