not swag stories made by a preteen with too much time on her hands

"SHE WAS..." SAERAN X OC (MYSME)

not even gonna hide the fact this was an oc-insert. 

I have no idea I wrote this until now, like, I was 12 writing this and I completely forgot lolz,,, I only found it because I went back on one of my google doc's version history thingies and there it was !!! But ya,,, idk what to think of this, i dont think it's bad but i also think it's weird,,, I have no idea where I was going with this ngl since it's all over the place yk

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She was timid, lonely. She loved books and art.

But she found an interest in flowers and gardening. Having a new found interest and wanting to learn more. She made her own garden, planting a white rose and a few primroses. She never felt so at ease, it was relaxing and comforting in ways she never felt. All the stress of the real world was eating at her all the time, but gardening? You just felt down to earth, You get to see flowers live their live with no worries but living, You never really know what is going through their mind....if they had one.

She always needed new ways to make her flowers look nice, whether that be dye or just decorating the area they are located at. Fairy lights were popular to she bought some that were light red and some that were baby blue. Though they didn't really look good with the blue, so she eventually sold them.

She coughed and sneezed, rubbing her nose with her hand, her mucus leaving a trail and her whipping on her leg, it was allergy season for her. Her eyes were itchy and her nose was runny, she took medicine but not everyday, sometimes she would forget or not take it whenever she could, she would refuse at most times because it tasted like grape, whenever she took it, it would make her gag. But those were one of those days where she forgot.

She never really got called on to answer questions, she had her hair in braids and it was usually mess. She would never really listen, she would just hear words that sounded like a whisper. Thought she was the top of her grade, she was outcasted in the school and no one would talk to her, people would call her kinda weird, though some people wouldn't mind her, because she wasn't the only person who was shy and timid. But unlike Sunhee, he was bullied.

He got pushed around and got bruises a lot. He would also get colds and his skin was so pale, his hair was obviously dyed because of the fainted pink tips at the end of his locks. Sometimes, she would stare at his bruises. she wondered how delicate his skin was... it was like a petal...He skin looked pretty, maybe he was a rose.

A rose was beautiful, but it held thorns. It was kinda like him in some ways. she hadn't even spoke to him personally, it was just simple gestures or a sentence... nothing that would lead into a full conversation. She would sometimes see him hanging around Saeyoung- his brother...Well twin brother. I guess Saeran wanted to be his own person.

Sunhee found this admirable, sometimes she was fascinated how bruised his skin could get, she wondered if the simplest pinch could make his skin turn deep purple, she didn't wanna seem like a stalker. So she would attend to her plants more.

Saeran was sad, lonely and fragile- emotionally and physically. He was abused from his mom and was recovering at a slow rate, he still had scars that could not be healed and memories that would not go away. He could cry tears in the bathroom when no one was there, he seemed...broken with no chance of repair...No one could understand him greatly and his brother seemed neglectful of him, though, bottling up your feelings wasn't a healthy way- Sunhee would know.

Of course, barely anyone knew about this. Saeran wouldn't open up or talk to anyone about it, and the teachers didn't seem to care. But Saeran didn't seem to make an effort to tell anyone or get help.

"Hey Sunhee, the painting you did in art today was very beautiful!" The person squirmed. "Oh... thanks!" Sunhee replied, numb to the compliments and just saying that to be nice. She didn't wanna come off rude or anything that could possibly be damaging to her.

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"Well, god!" Sunny yelled as she dropped her drawing book. The pages filled with flowers and plants. She quickly squatted down to gather her things, she wondered why she dropped them, she wasn't clumsy. She knew that for sure. 

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Still have no idea what this was about lol