I soon learned a great many things about my new aunt. She wanted me to call her Ajumma, probably because it made her feel less like a monster.
The next thing I learned of was her addiction to illegal drugs. Heroin, cocaine, and Xanax.
Third, she couldn't afford to care for me and my sister, and keep up with her drugs at the same time, so I needed to pay her for her care. I was only four years old, so she said she had a special job for me to do.
She led me to a room in the back of her shabby house, and told me to wait there. Soon, a middle-aged man came in, stumbling and mumbling to himself. When he got nearer, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. When he saw me, a light came into his eyes, a bad light. He looked at me hungrily, evilly.
I didn't like this man.
He staggered towards me, and grabbed me with hiss dirty hands. In one swift movement, he ripped off my shirt, my shorts following close behind. I could feel him pushing, pushing against and into me, trying to split me open.
I blacked out from the pain.
When I woke up the next morning, the man was gone, and I couldn't feel my lower half. I started to cry, attempting to push myself up and failing. What did he do to me? Why did it hurt so much? How could Ajumma let him hurt me like this? Well, that was the last thing I learned.
As long as I stayed here, I would be a whore, and my "Ajumma" was never going to let me go.
She charged 55,000 won for my body.
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Light (BTS 8th member fanfic)
FanfictionKoji grew up on the streets of Seoul, Korea. His mother died when he was four, leaving him with his abusive aunt. Somehow he escapes with his paralyzed little sister, and years later he lands a spot in a boyband, Bangtan Sonyeondan(BTS).
