" " = Speaking
' ' = Thinking/Referring to a thing
* * = Statements/something happening
f/f = favourite food (preferably something korean)
⚠️❗WARNING❗⚠️
MENTIONS OF ABUSE
PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE!!!
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Age:16
Year:2017
"You must have faced a lot of struggles when you came here" Jimin randomly stated, taking a bite out of the take out they ordered. The female just humed, thinking about her past as she chewed f/f.
"There was a lot that we went through together, but when you have a team that is very determined and passionate about a goal that you all want to reach, it becomes easier. You become more determined to cross that finishing line. But during trainee years..."
"It's completely different" Jimin finished the sentence for her, keeping down his chopsticks and looking at Y/n.
"Yes. I can't describe it for everyone but for me.. it was difficult. Very difficult. When I came on my first day, it was fine. The trainers understood that I was an eight year old kid, didn't know perfect korean. The only thing I knew was that I wanted to help people with my music. So all the other trainees introduced themselves, most of them were nice but some of them underestimated me because of my age. First day good, second day, good, the third day was when everything went downhill. The trainees started teasing me for my skin color, pushing me during the lessons and then a little bit of abuse after teachers left.
I thought that it was bad the first time they did it, but they got worse as weeks went on. The biggest thing they were going to do was I think either cut my hair very fiercely or make cuts on my arms or something, but I was saved as we heard an announcement for a test."
Jimin glared at the ground. He looked at his little sister, holding her hand and giving it a squeeze. While Y/n just sat in her chair. Her eyes misted, tears in them which she didn't allow to fall. "And you didn't tell anyone? Not even Pavit hyung?" He asked desperately.
Why? He didn't know. All he knew was that Y/n had been through a lot, more than anyone could imagine. If anyone was to look at her normal smiling, joking figure, whether it be on stage or on Run!BTS, they could never guess that she had such a heartbreaking past.
"I couldn't" she whispered looking straight into Jimin's eyes, a tear falling onto her lap. "They both had already done so much for me, I couldn't burden them more."
"But anyway, that went on for like 4 years? And then Pd-nim, put me I. Bangtan!! Happy ending" she cheered putting on a mask.
A mask that she would never leave behind. A mask that hid her emotions.
Her struggles, her sadness, and
Her hatred.
乃ㄩㄒ,
ㄒ卄乇ㄚ 千ㄖ尺Ꮆㄖㄒ ㄒ卄乇ㄚ 山乇尺乇 ㄥ丨ᐯ乇
•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~'•~
jimine__pabo thank you for the idea!!!
Also, this bitch is getting back into the moodddd
But don't get your expectations high cause school's restarting from 5th
(RIP ME)
ANYWAY- have a good life, stay happy healthy and the amazing person you are!!!
Strong Power, Thank You
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