Every day for the next five years was the same. No holidays, no vacations, no rest. All work and no play, every day, every single day...
4:30 am: Ajumma kicks me out of bed, literally. I brush my teeth, make the food, feed my sister, and wash myself in the river nearby. Hurry back before Ajumma gets mad.
4:45 am: Get to work. Clean the house, go out and beg for money. All day, no rest.
5:45 pm: Eleven hours later, come back with my earnings. If I have enough, I don't get beat. Ajumma takes the money and puts it in a box. I make the food, which she eats. I eat my daily meal, her leftovers. She takes off my clothes and throws me in a dark room with the men.
It's a scary room. It has concrete walls and floor, with a desk in the corner, a toilet on the wall, and a hard bed. I hate it, I hate the men, I hate Ajumma. Every week I get new scars from one man in particular. I later learned he had a blood kink. He carved tally marks into my back and chest every time he hurt me. Other men had their own kinks, but his was the worst.
When the last stranger has paid for me, I crawl back into my clothes and into my bed, exhausted and in pain.
My only thoughts are of escape.
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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).
