Yoongi's Little [COMPLETE]

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Yoongi are his lunch with his two friends, the PE teacher Hoseok and the dance teacher Jimin.

"So she still comes here every day?"
Jimin asked as he placed some food in his mouth and Yoongi nodded and he swallowed his mouthful.
"Mhmm. I really don't know how to help her."
"You care about her right?" Hoseok asked as he rested his feet on Yoongi's desk.
"...yeah. I'm not that much older than she is. None of us are. She's just turned eighteen. I almost care too much, I'll end up getting myself in trouble." He admitted and the other two nodded slowly in understanding.

"I'm not surprised-" Hoseok muttered sitting up.
"-I mean you've been looking out for her for years. You're the only person she has in this world and lets be honest, she's probably the only person you've got.  You're not exactly a social butterfly yourself. It's probably why you understand her so well."

Yoongi nodded as he ate and finally spoke up.
"I'm not a social butterfly but I still had and have a group of friends, I was never alone and never bullied like Yn is. I have no idea what to do."
"Wait another year till she's graduated, claim you're undying love for her, sweep her off her feet and show her the love and affection she's never had. Done." Jimin grinned as he laughed and Yoongi and Hoseok laughed with him.

"Such a simple plan, can't imagine why I didn't think of it." Yoongi chuckled with a playful eye roll as the bell rang and Jimin and Hoseok stood up to head to their classes.

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Yoongi locked his office, went to the staff rooms to grab his bag and place his laptop in it before walking to his onsite house, it was a beautiful house that he was given so he could remain on site at all times.  It was located on the edge of campus at the back near a set of tall black metal gates and a driveway that weren't used anymore apart from by him.

He had just settled down for the evening, dressed in his own clothes a pair of black jeans and a nasty squad T-shirt with a SnapBack. Just as he sat down his phone rang.
"Jimin? What does he want? It's nearly ten at night, I guess he's just finished his last dance class, they always run late on Fridays." He muttered as he answered it.

Hi?
Yoongi? I've just finished my last dance class and on my way to my car one of the girls came running over to me.
Okay...and?
Oh right! They said Yn's really unwell in her room and can't come out, apparently she has a fever and her neighbour head a bang and she won't respond to anyone through the door!
Oh damn. Okay I'm on my way. Are you with her?
Im on my way to her room now. I'll wait for you.

And with that he hung up. Tugged on his black high tops and dashed out the door grabbing his card key on his way past the front door.

There were a bunch of girls outside her room with Jimin when he got there and he instantly recognised them as Yn's main bullies.
"Mind out the way." His stern voice laced with worry.
"Sir! You look so hot outside of work." One of the bullies grinned at him as she bit her lip, she was repulsive. He shuddered and the girl looked crestfallen as his stern voice took on a totally different tone as he addressed Yn through the door, knocking gently.

She heard the knocks on her door but didn't respond. People were always knocking on her door and running away, no one who really wanted to see her knocked and she never answered, she found it to hard to go into big space while she was in her room so it was easier to not answer. She stayed where she was listening.
"Yn? It's me. Can you open the door?"
"Ah! That's Mr Min's voice Hannah!" Yn whispered as she clutched the plushie to her chest.

He tried to call out to her a few more times but when she didn't answer he decided he needed to let himself in to check on her, she really could be hurt. He used his teachers card and slotted it into the door and as soon as the beep sounded he opened it letting himself in and quickly shutting her bullies out, not giving them a chance to look in.

His breath hitched in his throat at what he saw as his eyes adjusted to the dim room.

Yn was laying on the floor, her long hair flowing freely around her, dressed in pink pyjamas on a pile of colourful cushions and blankets clutching a plushie to her chest in the dull lit room, dimly lit by pretty fairy lights, she glanced at him once, sighed gently giving him a tiny smile and continued to stare at the ceiling. She wasn't worried about him seeing her, she didn't feel worried by him.

Sensing she was fine he gently walked over to her and she didn't say anything. She just patted the space next to her and pointed to the ceiling. He gently laid down next to her on the pile of fluffy cushions and blankets and looked up. The ceiling was like a sky, green, blue and white stars glowed in different sizes in the dim light against the white ceiling. He laid there quietly with her and glanced around her room.

So pink.
So colourful.
So soft.
So full of toys.
So little.

All the research he's done earlier that day It all clicked into place as he relaxed next to her.
"Yn? Are you okay?"
"Stars are my favourite. If you lay here long enough, you can drown out the noises and the edges of your vision blur, you can pretend to be anywhere you want.."

He gently sat up and walked to the door and poked his head out to Jimin.
"She's okay. I'll sort her and speak to you tomorrow." And he quietly shut the door again laying next to Yn till she was ready to talk.

"You're little aren't you?"
"Mr Min? Is it weird?"
"Call me Yoongi, and no. I don't think it is." He smiled as he star gazed with her. She was never poorly. Her bullies just wanted to disturb her late at night, unfortunately for them, she was still awake.

(I like it when you are asleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware - the 1975 and serendipity, the perfect songs for stargazing on soft fluffy things. Listen to it while you read. You won't regret it kids.) Soo soft.