the one where a certain raven haired beauty turns the world of serim high school's star basketball player's world upside down with her secrets and her love.
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#1 in nct127
#5 in nctdream
#2 in najaemin
#2 in jeno
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as i mentioned in the previous chapter, this chapter has heavy implications of abuse, sexual harassment, and violence, as well as other very mature topics. if any of these make you feel uncomfortable, please skip this chapter and dm so i can provide you with a summary of the chapter, excluding all the mature portions.
as always, i'm always here for you if you need to talk and i love you!
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"serena, can we please not do this right now?" suho says through gritted teeth, eyes darting around nervously at the other nct 127 boys, who have by now, come out of the kitchen. yasmine stares him down, moving to stand in front of sooyoung.
"don't fucking talk to her like that, you son of a bitch. do you know what you did to her? do you know what you forced her to do to herself?" jeno snarls, bursting forward. he's barely constrained by the combined efforts of jaehyun, jaemin, and jisoo. sooyoung does nothing to stop him.
"you have got to calm down jeno. i didn't do anything to her. she's probably lying to you, whatever she said. i treated her like a princess," suho says, confidence wavering the longer jeno and yasmine were looking at them with sheer poison in their eyes.
"she didn't fucking tell me anything, you piece of shit. she didn't tell me anything because she was trying so hard to protect your sorry ass!" jeno explodes, pushing forward once more. jaemin pushes him backwards, jisoo holding onto her boyfriend's midriff tightly.
"then you know i didn't do anything to her! she didn't say anything, so how do you i even did anything? i treated her so well, didn't i serena?" sooyoung doesn't say anything. her mind is racing, and all of a sudden she's fifteen years old again.
she's fifteen years old, sitting in her bedroom in chicago, staring at her phone. she had just gotten a new one for her birthday, on the account that she had gotten accepted into a prestigious summer camp hosted by notre dame university for writing. but even with a new phone, nothing had changed.
she was still getting harassed by suho kim, a boy who was a year older than her, his old messages filling up the screen of her new phone. he was still threatening to blackmail her with her nudes. and she was still his girlfriend.
nothing changed. not even with a new phone.
she's sixteen years old, screaming and crying because she had just found out that her mother had terminal cancer. her brother had stopped talking to her when he found out she was still dating suho. but jeno didn't understand suho like she did! otherwise, why would he be here, in her bedroom, holding her tight to his chest and whispering that he would take all the pain away for her?
nothing changed. not even with a new love.
she's almost seventeen years old, and bruises bloom across her skin, right underneath the hemline of her shirt, where no one would ever see them. she didn't know who to tell or what to do. suho was the son of a conglomerate. he could easily make it seem as if he had hurt her out of self-defense. he could easily plaster her nudes on the school walls and make it seem as if she was abusing him. not that he was abusing her.
