BTS One Shots {Closed}

A Broken Dream | Suga

Requested by: Kpopismyhappiness

"Sooah!" My mom called me from downstairs.

"Yes, Mom?" I said when I got down.

"Can you run to the grocery store and grab some things?" My mom said giving me a list.

I bit my lip, "Um okay."

"Make sure you call me when you get there, okay?" My mom said giving me a kiss on the forehead, "and thank you."

I smiled a little and went the door. By the time I get there, the sun was already setting. The scene was pretty, but things that might happen at this time isn't.

Biting my lips nervously, I went to grab the things that my mom needed and quickly paid before it. Right when I went out the door, I looked to my right and made eye contact with a guy smoking outside.

He had dyed his hair minty green and gave off this weird aura that gave me chills. It just made me feel like I shouldn't mess with this guy at all.

I quickly looked away and continued to walk down the street, back to my house. I have already called my mom that I'll be back soon.

Suddenly, I felt someone grabbing my shoulder, causing me to scream. I pushed them and was to run before they grabbed my hand. "Calm down! You dropped something back at the grocery store and I just want to give it back to you!" I heard them yelled.

"Y-you're lying!" I said trying to free my hand from their grip without looking back at them.

Then I heard jingling sounds, like a pair of keys. Turning my head, I saw my house keys in his hands.

"Nice keychain by the way," he smirked as he examine it carefully in front of me.

I stopped and I felt his hand letting go of mine. I didn't know what to say and was too nervous to do anything but to stare at him fiddling with my keys and keychain.

He stopped and stared at me with cold eyes, his smirk gone. "You dropped these without even noticing," he said grabbing my hand and placing the keys on the palm of my hand. His cold hands holding onto my warm hands.

"T-Thank you," I said.

"Yeah," he said about to walk away in till a question popped into my mind. "W-Wait!" I said causing him to look back at me. "What's you're name?" I asked him.

"Min Yoongi."

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Min Yoongi the kid who I meet in Junior high. Quiet, but yet a happy kid was what described him back then. Teachers and students had high expectations for him. They were looking forward to see what he will be doing in the future.

I didn't know what happened, but by the time we entered highschool. I heard some rumors about him, and they weren't good. It went from drug dealing to beating someone up.

We only talked a few times, but that was when he was the teachers pet. The last time I heard about him was when a student kept saying that he dropped out of high school when I was a Sophomore. Now I'm a Senior.

At that time, I wonder what had happened to the kid that was once happy and had a good reputation. The kid who won a competition for best poetry.

But as the years passed, no one seemed to care anymore. We've all forgotten about him. No longer wanting to see him what he'll be doing in the future.

He looked so different now. It's almost like he's a completly different person.

"Hey, are you okay?" My friend nudged me on the shoulder, trying to get my attention.