𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 • 𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘓𝘪𝘷𝘦 | 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓 // 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.

I apologize if I haven't gotten to the "actual plot" yet, but I'm trying my best to still put out something that's good/enjoyable to read :)

minor tw??: slightly abusive step-father.
(I'll say when it comes up so please skip that part if it makes you uncomfortable/triggered. thank you)

• 𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟶𝟹, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽
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"Buy it." I glared at him and he just- stares at me back. He starts laughing pretty loudly but that didn't really matter because the store owner was probably in the back or something. He wipes a single "tear" off of his face "Yeah, sure I guess" he said and rolled his eyes playfully at me. We go up to the cashier and set down all the items on the countertop. "Hi there, would you guys like a bag?" an older lady who looked about middle aged asked us, "Yes please" Ranboo and I said in unison. She smiles at us and gently placed all the snacks in a plastic bag, making sure not to rip the bag or anything. "That would be $5.43!" Ranboo hands over a $10 bill and the shop clerk hands back the change to him "You two are such a cute couple, aren't you?" she giggled while counting the change from the cash register, making sure she had the exact amount she needed to give us. We never really minded being called a couple, we never really talked about it but it somehow made me feel all giddy on the inside. I see Ranboo look to the side for a bit and back at the lady, he stutters out a "Thank you" to her as she hands back the change to him.

Eventually we left the convenience store and started walking to a park near the beach. We were just walking, nothing much. Enjoying the cold breeze and the smell of the salt water, from time to time looking and pointing at random objects and laughing at dumb inside jokes. We saw a picnic table that was near a big rock near the shore, so we walked over there and placed all the stuff we had on the table as well as sat down on top of it. I took a deep breath in and exhaled quite loudly. "What's wrong?" Ranboo looked at me in confusion, but his voice was laced with worried tone. "Nothing. I'm gonna miss you, y'know, we could've done so much this year.." I sighed once more, leaning my head onto his shoulder. Ranboo draped his arm over me and pulled me closer, resting his head on top of mine. "I will too, but that's okay. You should enjoy yourself there though, I'll be fine here." He laughs lightly "Even if Rosie bothers you, you'll be fine? Are you really sure about that?" I laughed at him. "Heh, maybe." He sighs, rubbing my shoulder with his hand. "Thank you, Ranboo." I look up at him, making eye contact with the male. "For what, Y/n?" He looks down at me, waiting for a response. "For everything, you really helped me. Thank you." Ranboo pats my back, rubbing it as well in circular motions. "Anything for you, I know that you wanted to get away from there when he was home. I know all you wanted was a distraction." My eyes watered at the genuine tone of his voice.

(TW!! This is the part I'd reccomend to skip if you get uncomfortable with slight mentions of getting h1t and insulted.)

It was true though, you'd prefer to be anywhere in the world other than your house if your step-father was there. He was a good person from time to time but when you tick him off it's almost like he was a diffrent person. But other than that, he just made you uncomfortable. The way he'd just talk so casually about adult topics when he was with his friends infornt of damn kids. The way he didn't care if anyone was around you and would just start to insult you if he was angry. Or how he always blamed his culture, for his actions. It truly disgusted you and made your blood boil. It angered you knowing that you, yourself allowed him to mistreat you and your brother like that. But somehow the thought of him made you cry. It was confusing. As if they were two completely different people. A nice one who'd cook you breakfast when you were sick, and a horrible one who'd always tell you to "Smart'n up" because you were being petty and jealous of him being with your mother. And The only reason why you haven't said anything was because your mother loved him. You'd do anything for your mom to be happy, even if it meant for you to be around some 40-something year old cis white man. You've never talked about your problems with him to anyone but Ranboo and your brother. But somehow knowing that someone cares about you that much made you cry out of happiness, guilt and also sadness. It was always confusing. Every single goddamn time.