| MiMin One Shot |

| Born To Die |

When someone asks me if I have a special person in my life, my thoughts go straight to her. The love of my life, the most beautiful woman I have ever known... my Nicha.

Our story is complicated, the perfect description of an Enemies to Lovers.

Nicha came into my life when I needed her most. Thanks to her I felt so alive and free, but above all... Loved.

At the beginning neither of us understood the importance of the other, we were so different, that's why we were so perfect for each other.

It all started when I was in middle school. Those were the worst three years of my life.

My whole life, I lived with my grandmother, my father abandoned me before I was even born, and my mother killed herself a few years after I was born.

Our family wasn't rich, but we managed.

During middle school, everything was changing. My body was changing and I didn't like anything about myself.

Around that time I started being bullied by a girl my age. Nicha . That's how we met. She bullied me for three years and I just wanted to die. In those years, my life didn't satisfy me at all, I seemed to have lost the meaning of my existence, I had become empty.

I still remember one afternoon, we were both at school, it was our turn to clean and she didn't want to do anything, starting to annoy me.

I was at the end of my patience and got angry, she slapped me, I responded with a punch, and continued like this for a while. The school was empty, only us were left.

I couldn't stop, I wanted to release all the accumulated anger and I started hitting her, she was on the floor and I was sitting on her stomach.

She remained silent, not moving a muscle, not responding or defending herself, letting me beat her. That day I discovered that I possessed a strength that had remained closed for years until then.

I still remember her face covered in blood and bruises, her lip was busted and her teeth were stained red. I must have really hurt her, but she didn't say anything, just let me vent.

I was ready to throw the last punch, when I felt her big hand gently wrap around my fist and caress my bloody knuckles, with blood from both of us.

Nicha finally spoke, bringing me back to reality. Only then did I realize what I had done and the tears that were tracing my face. I heard her words one by one as they pierced my heart.

"Y-Yeon..." she murmured. Her face was worried, not for herself, but for me. "This is not you... S-Stop."

I remained silent, while the tears kept track my face and my eyes were fixed on hers. Nicha slowly stood up, groaning in pain. She didn't make me get up, but what she did surprised me. She wrapped her strong arms around my frail body, guiding my head into the crook of her neck as her hands caressed my back. For the first time in years I felt loved.

Nicha was oddly calm and warm. For the first time I smelled her perfume, so delicate and unique. I began to cry like a baby in her arms, my face on her shoulder, as her arms wrapped around me protectively. I cried in her arms for hours and she said nothing, she held me tightly in them the entire time.

At that moment I didn't even think for a second that I was in the arms of the person who had made my life impossible, I could only cry and think that I needed that hug... I needed her .

Before leaving, she gave me a kiss on my forehead. That moment was all I needed.

From that day Nicha stopped coming to school. A few days later, our class coordinator gave us the news that Nicha had changed schools.