𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

17

trigger warning: bullying, suicide, attempt of rape.

"wait don't force yourself to tell me." han seojun sits down on the couch.

"it's fine, just don't tell anyone. or i'll slice you into pieces."

"okay miss.chef."

"starting from this guy i met. we became friends and we started dating."

"continue."

"i was in a relationship and everyone knew.. i swear everyone knew! but this guy, he tried to do things i never intended to do. i never wanted him to do, i said no i said stop constantly. i told him i didn't want it. and he eventually gave up. yet my boyfriend saw and took it as a misunderstanding. he ended up kil-killing himself.. i saw his body lying in the snow, dead cold.. people blamed me for his death, they said i was a cheater, a whore, they slut shamed me. skinny shamed me, they shamed me for everything i never did, so i left and now i'm here."

i try laughing it off, without realizing tears are streaming down my face. i feel a embrace wrap around me, i feel him bring me close to his chest as now i'm sobbing into his shoulder.

"i swear i could have saved him! if it weren't for t-that bastard i would've been fucking fine, my life wouldn't be such a fucking mess!"

"don't cry. i'm sorry this happened to you.."

we stay in this position for a while longer, soon my tears come to a end, he slowly pulls me away staring at my red swollen face, i look away not being able to look back at him, he literally just saw my weak side, saw me cry. i start to hiccup softly, i cover my mouth.

"you hiccup after you cry?"

"hey i can't control it!" i yell.

"cute..."

"what was that?" i look at him.

"nothing! mind your business!"

"you called me cute! i'm not deaf dude."

"so what if i call you cu-cute?"

"whatever can we finish the remaining pizza." i stumble my way to the table.

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"i'm gonna go home now see you tomorrow."

"bye." i wave and soon i hear him go out the door.

"i've fallen in love." i giggle.