Y/n pov
As I lay on my bed trying to unwind the screams the smashing of glass fills my ears as my hand try to block the sound it's not use I simply ran outAs I am shaking my brain isn't working I call suga unknowingly
"Hey what's up?"
*Sobs*"You ok what happened?"
*Sobs*"Y/n WHAT HAPPENED?"
"their fighting again*sobs"
"Who?"
"My parents""Send me your location
I'm coming rn"*Beep*
(Call ends)Suga's pov
Her house was 10 mins away I took my bike and reached thier in 5 mins I saw her on a bench shaking
I went over
Put my jacket over her shoulder
"It's ok" I said as I patted her back lightly"After your done crying I'll take you on a ride on my bike"
After some time
"Hop on!"
I took her to the park I went to this morning
"I'm sorry for calling you and-"
"It's ok"
"No i-"
"It's ok"
"So do you want to eat ice cream?"
"Hmm...sure!"
I went and got us some ice creams
"Thank you" she said
"Oh you smiled!" I said
She laughed
She looked pretty
I think I like herThe next day
Y/n pov
I woke up early and I got ready for school
I walked into the school he was back he came back but how?
Istood there as memories came flooding back
I ran inside I still couldn't believe it
He was kicked out
Then it all came back
Money
Money that filthy money
Money that can buy you anything that's why I hate it trust gained by years ruined in seconds
I hate him
I hate you zelan
You didn't only play me
You bullied me
Ruined my life
I hate you
I hate youMy hands turned to fists
"Woah anger isn't healthy babe"I turned around it was that same jerk I wanted to punch him
"Shut up!"
"I like your hair you look nice!"
"I said shut up!"
"I-"
"Man she told you to shut up now do us all a favor a nd get lost!" Suga said to zelan
He looked angry
But I
I was broken
Fuck this hair
Fuck me
Fuck everythingMy mind was going crazy flashbacks over flashbacks
"Y/n"
"Y/n"
"Y/n!"
"Earth to y/n!""Oh yes you were saying something?"
"You ok?"
"Yea...I'm...I'm fine"
But was I...
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The Truth Untold || M.YG × Reader
FanficWhen two broken souls meet . . . what is their truth that is untold?