Bakery |Ranboo x Reader|

14: I am the Idiot With a Painted Face

I lied one more chapter. Anyway but it is already 1 am so I really should be asleep.

TW//
Abuse
Violence
Blood
Childhood trauma

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I grabbed the volleyball from the basket and set it up to Ranboo. Which he lightly passed back to me.

"Oh does the Mr. Boo know how to volleyball?" I asked. Ranboo nodded proudly.

"It's the only sport I know if I'm being honest." He said. I passed it back to him over the net.

"That's hot." I said as Ranboo got a bad pass from me. Ranboo stared at me awkwardly, before bursting out into a fit of laughter.

"Ahhaha what??!" Ranboo said, he tried setting the ball but kept missing because he was laughing way to hard.

Which sent me to laugh.

"So why are you so good at volleyball?" Asked Ranboo as I over-hand served the ball.

~~~~dramatic flashback~~~~
"You ready for the ball?" Asked my dad with a blue, red and white ball in his hands.

My scrawny little 8 year old body got ready to pass the ball back.

"Alright...1...2...3...4...5!!" My dad said as he softly spiked the ball for me to dig. Which I successfully accomplished.

"Alright!! Great job." Said my dad walk-in up to me to give me a high five.

"JOSE!!! Help please with the dinner." My mom yelled for help for the food. My dad always never took care of the responsibilities around the house.

"QUE MARIA???? CALLATE PINCHE PUTA!!" (What Maria??? Shut up you fvcking bltch.) He yelled back at my mom. I kicked the volleyball as I softly ignored the yelling.

I heard faint wailing and my mom pleaded for my dad to stop. I innocently stood by covering my ears from the screaming and yelling.

But I walked over to check on my mom. I noticed her laying in the floor with a bloody face. Her nose was bleeding, as well as her lip had been cut.

She had a single hand mark on her cheek. Which struck red on my mothers softly tanned face.

I noticed my father, angrily clenching his fist. And his eyebrows burrowed.

It frightened me.

"Papa??I stared at my bleeding mother.

"AMA??" My dad looked at what he had done and bolted to his room to grab something.

"Papa??" I cried wiping the tears from my dirty face.

"Ay me chicita, lo siento. Te amo." (Oh my baby, im sorry. I love you.) He said before kissing my forehead. With a pack of cash and a handful of jewelry.

He ran out the door, luckily leaving the car.

"AMA?" I said ignoring my dad as he ran off.

"Que mi bebe?" (What baby?) My mom asked teary-eyed. I hugged my mom and wiped her bloodied nose off with my stained and old t-shirt. As well as her swollen lip.

"Ay me cielito lindo." (My cute and little [girl]) My mom said placing her forehead on mine. She slowly stood up and grabbed my hand.

And we stared at the empty and bloodied home.

~~~~End of Dramatic flashback~~~

I watched as the ball hit the floor. I had realized I was in complete shock. And I realized Ranboo was shaking me to get my attention.

"I'm sorry." I said closing my eyes. I wiped the tears that threatened to poor out. Ranboo looked at me concerned.

"I'm sorry did I hit a nerve?" He said hugging me.

"No I just remembered something." I said, my voice cracked. Ranboo followed me off the side. He made sure the coach wasn't looking. And luckily he was talking to another coach.

"Are you ok?" Said Ranboo, I nodded and turned my head to hide my face.

"We can talk about it after school." I mumbled. Ranboo nodded.

"Alright, just remember I worry about you." Ranboo said in a sweet tone, I nodded and gave him a soft smile.

"Do you want to keep going?" Asked Ranboo I nodded and he lead me back to the court.

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We only have 3 classes a day so two more to go. History went by fast, and I don't have Ranboo nor Melissa with me. But this next one I had Ranboo.

I walked through the halls with my head slightly down, lost in thought.

"Hey are you alright?" Asked Ranboo, he startled me a bit.

"Uh.. yeah I'm alright. I'm just not comfortable sharing it at school." I said, Ranboo nodded. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"Art is right here." I said. Ranboo let go of my hand, which made me feel empty. But we had to sit down. Luckily I sat down with Ranboo.

"Hey are you coming to my house after school?" Asked Ranboo. I nodded.

"I'll ask my mom once we get out of school. But I bet she'll say yes." I said, I looked back down to my lap, fiddling with my hands.

I tried to distract myself by softly singing to myself.

And I am the idiot with a painted face..

I sang "Me and My husband." By Mitski softly. While following the art directions one by one.

In the corner taking up space...

"Hey are you ok?" Said Ranboo softly. I looked at him. I hesitated to answer.

But when he walks in, I am loved.

"I'm fine Ranboob." I joked. But it don't seem to ease Ranboo in anyway, he was still extremely concerned.

I am loved~ me and my husband we are doing better.

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Class ended and I walked out with Ranboo. Despite the halls being crowded, the silence between both me and Ranboo spoke deeper than words.

I opened my phone to see a message from my mom. It read "I'll be home late, you can either stay at a friend's house or stay at home. But call me if anything happens. Te amo." (Love you)

"Hey, yeah my mom said I can come over." I said. Ranboo nodded.

"Great!!" He said, this enthusiasm raised my mood. Despite me still felling shitty.

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Once we finally made it to Ranboo's home I set down my backpack and followed Ranboo up to his room.

"Hey what happened earlier in PE?" Asked Ranboo sitting next to me on the bed. My smile faded.

"I just remembered something." I mumbled. Ranboo looked at me concerned.

"I'm sorry." Ranboo said hugging me.

"No it's not your fault." I said, my voice cracked.

Ranboo hugged me tighter. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked pulling me out of the hug. I gulped.

"Yeah. You deserve to know." I said. Ranboo nodded and grabbed my hand, his hands were soft and warm. He ran his thumb up and down the back of my hand.

I sighed.

"I thought about my dad."

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Writes angst aggressively.
Word count: 1021

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