Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 1 + short author's note & TW

TW: VIOLENCE, some scenes might be disturbing to sensitive audiences. Mental & physical abuse. Torture. Stalking. Sexual Harassment. Panic Attacks.
[Mentions or implications of ed, sa, self-harm, and suicide]

Author's note:
Although the story is heavily inspired by the real world and real people, all of my characters are works of fiction, and their actions are imagined and separate from any real people and their actions. Because this is fan fiction, I use real names of famous people and companies, but everything that happens in this story is purely fictional and no hate is intended to any real people or organizations. I do not dislike any idol whose name I've used in the story.

Hope you like it! ^^

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My friends called me unlucky because, back in high school, I was cut off the running team due to a time difference of only 0.01 seconds, lost my phone the first day of sophomore year, and broke my leg a week before senior prom. However, when people called me unlucky, they thought of more than just missing out on interscholastic competitions, losing items, or wearing a cast at an overhyped dance. They thought I was unlucky because of my family situation.

Mom had taken all information about my biological father to the grave. She passed away when I was only seven, leaving me with an unrelated stepdad. That is why even my friends pitied me. After jokingly suggesting that I was the unluckiest person in the world, their eyebrows always curved down a little.

I hated the way people looked at me, so I avoided talking about my family. Unfortunately, our town was small enough for rumors like that to spread anyway. Mom had always been a person of interest to the gossip ladies who lived in our neighborhood. Before she died, some kids at a nearby playground shouted "gold-digger" whenever we walked across the park. Adults at Walmart used to raise their eyebrows at mom's dresses and high-heels. Even after she died, some girls at school shared looks when my iPhone 10 was replaced by an iPhone 11 pro max. They never said it out loud but clearly remembered that my mom had married Mike for money.

Sometimes even I believed the rumor because there wasn't much to love about Mike. He was a Korean businessman who spoke only Korean to me because he thought Americans were dumb for knowing only one language. At home, he pretended not to understand a single word in English, claiming I would thank him later.

Now was the time to thank him.

I was on a flight to Seoul.

Mike had remarried. It happened all of a sudden with no warning or even a wedding. One day, he had simply announced that he had fallen in love and decided to tie the knot with a woman I had only met via a video call.

I had feared that the only remotely close adult in my life would forget me, but Mike hadn't abandoned me. He had arranged everything so that I could come and live with my new step-step family in Gangnam, even though I had turned eighteen last month and was technically not his concern anymore.

It would have been nice to travel with him, but he had moved a week earlier because of his busy work schedule.

Traveling alone wasn't bad either. There was something soothing about it. Or then I just imagined a good side to loneliness because it was such a big part of my life. I had pretty much lived alone for the past few years because Mike was always away on a work trip.

It would change now. I had siblings. A stepbrother and a stepsister. According to Mike, they were not much older than me and still lived with their mother.