It's hard to do bad things. Easy in action.
But the pain, the hurt, and the guilt cut into her soul every day. Deeper and Deeper.
It was easier to give people genuine reasons to hate her. Hate her for what she was doing to Jeongguk, hate her for taking what Jimin offered, hate her for what she hid from their friends.
It was easier to control what people thought about her than for it to happen naturally, in an instance where nothing she could do or say mattered.
The hatred was easy. Simple. Breathable.
It was easier to be hated, despised, abhorred, than to have love given to her and then taken away again.
It aligned more with how she felt about herself.
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Silk Sheets | Jimin
Fanfiction"You bought me for a night, you don't own me." "Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?" Silk Sheets -a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else- NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
