satire yn story

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im lying on my bed, my face stained with tears when suddenly my drug addict mother barges into my room without warning. shes twitching more than usual...

"yn! g-g-get up! pack a bag a-and meet me d-downstairs..." she sniffs before slamming my door closed.

i wondered to myself why i would need to pack a bag... but i start right away bc if i didnt, she would beat me.

i pulled out my hello kitty suitcase and started to pack the things i would need. i grabbed a few stained shirts (unlike other girls, i never wash my clothes... would a man ever love me again? bakugo mightve been my only chance... and i blew it). sniffing one to make sure its still wearable, i toss it in the bag. the pants im wearing right now are my only pair so i cant pack any... then i put my toothbrush and deodorant in the suitcase. i dont need a hairbrush since my natural bedhead is always styled.

i almost zip it up but then... i remember to bring my guilty pleasure... my bts magazine. i had drawn hearts over jimins face the day i had bought it and never regretted it. he was my one true love, i shouldve never thought i loved bakugo.

i rush to the bathroom, making sure i look nice. i glance in the mirror and my ocean blue orbs stare back at me. my long blonde hair is a little messy, but it adds character. i dont usually wear makeup but i manage to put some blush on my pale white skin. then walk out and grab my suitcase.

right after i arrive downstairs, all i see is my mother. i expected a visitor since i had to pack a bag. "y-yn. goodb-bye." she says to me.

i stare at her. what does she mean?

i look around and then i see... bts standing in our living room!